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Destination Salvation

Version Crimson C 

Riveta woke up in a strange hotel room. It was nice. A suite. She never could have afforded it on her salary. 

She tried to stay still, keep her breathing even. Letting the sounds of the room, the city beyond the curtained windows, come to her.

She was alone. There were whirring noises outside that she couldn't recognize. 

She sat up, took stock. Her clothes were folded on a nearby chair. Her service revolver was on the nightstand. And a cellphone. 

He had said things would likely get strange. Stranger. What was his name...? It seemed like a long time ago. 

The cellphone rang. She snapped it open, held it to her ear. 

"Good morning, Detective. This is the Professor."