Collision Course

Two short stories by Annay Dawson:
Espionage and Eggs:
It was just past three in the morning and there she was in the mud and muck. She lay without moving and barely breathing, hoping that they wouldn't find her. Luck had been on her side. No moon, and it was raining, but luck wasn't all she had relied on. She tried not to think of the thing that was slithering across her legs at this very moment. How she wished for her ocean and all the simple pleasures of floating and gliding through the water that was so foreign to this area. Her mind snapped back to the task at hand when she felt more than heard the man in front of her move. One twitch, one stray breath and she would be dead. Game over, and it was far from over. Her target may be inside that shed, but her motives lay just outside of it.
Mind the J's and W's:

They were sitting in the backroom of some small and really dirty hovel. It had been bombed out last year and hadn't been used since then. The place was perfect. It was nowhere near any other homes or businesses although that wasn't too hard to do in this province. It helped that the rest of the places had been bombed out during the last year and it had made the place really uninhabitable. It was hot and it was dusty and she felt as if she needed to stand under a shower for three years. The conditions weren't much worse than the last assignment, but going from winter in South America to summer in Afghanistan wasn't what she would have chosen. Then again being covered from head to toe with a burka all day as she did recon hadn't helped. It was now about eight thirty at night and Rob had just returned with two bags.
They worked for a little known governmental department or agency known as the Paranormal Enforcement Department, or ‘PED' for short. In the department it was their job is to provide protection, detection, and deception. Jan, as well as others, were part of a grand experiment. They were discovered through bogus psychology experiments in colleges. Then they were drafted into a lifetime of service for the department. All of these agents had one thing in common, they could read minds, and they were partnered with a handler to keep them loyal to the job. Her handler had always been Rob.
"There better be a gourmet meal and a Coke in that bag," she smiled as she leaned back against the wall, "and the rest of my gear in the other."
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