short passage from " Return to Level 5"

[esercito sconfitto]

As soon as the car carrying Claire Bennet had disappeared from view, Whitlocke stepped out from the shadows where she had been carefully observing the Department's clean up crews. She spotted a woman roughly her own size and made haste to stealthily snatch her, wrapping a dark tendril around her mouth so that she couldn't scream, and dragged her back into the darkness.

"It's really too bad that you had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but your death won't be vain. You're serving a higher cause tonight." The woman naturally turned a pair of watery, terrified eyes on her, but to no avail. Whitlocke had already justified her death in her own mind and would feel no remorse for the taking of an innocent life. With a swift motion that she barely had time to register, her neck was snapped as easily as kindling and her limp body flopped to the ground. Just one more casualty from the fire fight tonight.

She quickly stripped the woman of her standard issue blue cover-all uniform and pulled it on over her own clothing. Whitlocke adjusted the matching Department hat so that the bill dipped low over her face and pulled her pony tail through the back. As long as no one caught a clear view of her face they would never suspect a thing. Now, where did he put them…

Whitlocke stepped out into the open lot, brightly lit by the Department's spot lights and an evening news helicopter with a boldness that is only warranted by those who have nothing to lose. She walked amongst the others in matching uniforms without anyone taking notice of her presence and quietly searched the area for something specifically left behind, unnoticed yet. Bingo.