Arnie stood up and watched a sliver of light start to bathe the treetops of Central Park. Sunrise marks the end of morning prayers and Arnie was always punctual.
Answering the phone on the first ring, he said nothing as the man spoke. Nodding in agreement, he hung up with a calm “Allahu Akbar.”

“Who was it?” Bishop called out from the main room of their suite at the Ritz. Omnivox spared no expense when it came to accommodating its employees.

“Wrong number.”

All packed Bishop sat on the couch, soaking in the surroundings. He’d never stayed at a Ritz, much less in a massive suite. It was his first official day on the job and he was already liking it.

Arnie walked out of his room, “Are you ready my friend?”

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Her face was a mirror. It held the same breathless scream Bishop had on the day he saw his parents die.

But for some reason, watching Charlotte’s pain was worse.

They’d only just met, but after seeing her father and his friend gunned down in front of them, they were connected for life. A shared experience that can never be repeated with anyone, ever.

Speechless in the center of the hotel room, Charlotte’s body shook. He pulled her in close, resting her head on his chest as her body went limp.

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Paul Bishop stuffed his G-Form protected iPad in his pack and scrambled into the next room.

Arnie Flynn was already hollering, “Rule #1, never be late for a jump. Rule #2, don’t forget rule #1.”

“I got it.”

It was Bishop’s first day on the job. His first jump, and he hadn’t a clue what to expect.  “What’s the plan after we land.”

“Where we’re going there are no plans. Just keep your eyes open, follow my every move, and you’ll be fine. They don’t know were coming, so the first few seconds are always critical.”

“What do you mean crit…?”

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