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2
Dawn's story
Dawn met me when we were both children at the pre-school. she felt pity for that "unusual" boy. we were separated when she continued her studies at a school only for girls and later found work as a secretary. At night after her day job she would return to her parents home and read books.
at the age of 20 her father revealed a partial truth- that he worked for the french intelligence agency and encouraged her to train for the FBI. Dawn was born to a father from Britian and a mother from Israel. dawn did not know that her dad worked as a british secret agent, but her mom, who worked for the mossad noticed and now had a second source of information.
after her first exciting mission [which I will write in a later chapter] she received a file about Dolf who was now the head of a powerful group of terrorists who increased fear in order to get money. Dawn Bon now did the less exciting part of her job- reading files to prepare for missions- but this file had a surprisingly interesting story. the file was to prepare for a dangerous mission: the FBI was monitoring activity of enemy inteligence trying to steal decoding equipment. the US army used radio signals and because those who find the same frequency can hear whatever is sent they must encode the message sent so that the listener will not understand, unless they have decoding equipment set at the proper setting. a cell of terrorists whose main desire was to use fear to get money was trying to get some of the army's decoding equipment. they had captured and killed an agent and only knew where he had been killed so they called dawn to take the case
Dawn read that Dolf had been a successful student with almost perfect scores in first grade until the tragedy. one fateful night during summer vacation he heard someone smash the glass of his parents room and the loud rat-tata-tat of machine guns and he pulled his cover over his head and trembled with fear
when the loud bangs finally silenced he heard footsteps walking around the house to take things. dolf had cried himself to sleep and in the morning awoke to a very quiet house. confident he only had a scary dream he had hurried to the toilet like he did every morning to drain the liquid waste from his body and then washed his hands and face, especially cleaning his eyes
then he went to the kitchen and was surprised that noone was there! he poured himself the corn crunchy-cereal and then added the cold milk. he ate while waiting for his parents to join him
after eating he decided that before wearing school clothes he would check his parents room. there he found blood. he stood frozen in horror traumatized for a long time, until the phone rang and dolf had hurried to answer it "i am mrs. osky I must speak with mrs. berry" he had heard. dolf replied "mrs berry was shot dead, may i take a message? Mrs. osky continued "yes tell her that her son is absent... wait JUST one second! WHAT did you say?
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