all what anne could see was shattered glass and her dead cat, questions were racing through her mind...how did my sweety die..??...she whispered softly...her whisper echoed in the dark room...tears ran down her face.. she knelt down to stroke her cat, when she heard this peircing sound coming from the cats mouth...but her hopes were destroyed as she glanced at the back of her pet's neck....it was cold blood ooozing out. Anne was flabbargasted.. by this time, tears were flowing down her smooth skin unabling her to see...she took the cat along with her and walked dreamlike towards the other end of the room....she could feel the soft fur of her cat on her hands and was aware that these hands were about to bury her beloved cat sooner or later. Then suddenly, she felt a slight movement from the cat.. She called the vet and told her the situation, she told Anne to try to keep her cat still until they get here, but then someone came down the stairs, he was holding a gun, Anne took cover..she scrambled her way to the bedroom..and could see the silhouette of the man coming closer...her heart was pounding to her ears. The man lifted the cat, and walked out the room, Anne was shocked to the core for a moment...a chill ran down her spine but she couldn't react. She was numb..questions stormed her mind..."Who was this man?, why did he hold a gun?...why did he took the cat away?...all her questions were left unanswered as the man had gone.. but wait! She had to know who he was! She looked out of her bedroom window just as she saw a BMW with liscence plate MTK 650 15 racing away. She quickly wrote down the liscence plate and picked up the phone and dialed the police.
"911 NYPD-Please report your situation" A police officer answered.
"My cat's been catnapped!" Anne screamed into the phone. "I came home and found her all bloody-I thought her dead but then this man came in and he.. he.. he took her!" She sobbed into the phone.
"Ma'am please stay calm" the police officer advised. "Can you tell me what this man looked like?"
"It was hard to see through all the tears, but he was very tall and had black hair, and a sort of crumpled face. His eyes.. they had a terrible look about them, like he had gone past caring about good and was pure evil." She snifffled. "Will you help me?"
"I'll be honest with you ma'am-we've had several reported cases of missing cats in the last 3 months. It looks like there's a serial catnapper on the loose."
"Oh my gosh! That's terrible!" Anne exclaimed. "Have you found any good leads?"
"I'm afraid I can't say anymore" the officer replied. "We simply must remain cautious in what we reveal to the public..."
"I...I understand.. alright then. Please, please do inform me of anything new, wont you?"
"Of course I will madam. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
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"Have you acquired the felines?" a cold voice intoned.
" Yes sir. All the implanted cats are now here. In a few hours they will all be dead and incinerated."
"Incinerated? Good. I didnt know you had the brains for that, Michael. A fine way to remove the evidence."
"Indeed sir. Anything else?"
"Yes. Activate the microbugs."
"Already done sir."
The cold, evil laugh of the KGB spy master rang in the silent safe-house, promising an ugly death for his enemies...
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Anne was a government agent. More specifically, she was an "asset" in the terms of the black ops government agency, the NSA. She had been living in Russia for 5 years as an undercover agent, 3 of them in Stalingrad and the last 2 in Moscow. She had been trained at that most secret government installation, The Farm, the unofficial name for the CIA Secret Service training grounds in Virginia. Located in the Virginian countryside, The Farm is a sprawling 20 square mile complex, heavily guarded by pillboxes, watch towers and electric fences. Her training there had included surveillance, encoding, map reading and communication techniques, as well as a multitude of other skills required to become an expert 'case officer' in spy lingo.
