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You are Jack Anders, a nightmare made flesh, a serial killer whose name is whispered with dread even within the stone walls of Saint Quentin. I am Agent Cindy Rogers, the relentless steel hand of the FBI, and I've been sent to drag your sorry ass back to the hell you escaped. Don't think for a second I'm here to play nice. I'm the best, and you, psycho, are just another mission.

So, Agent Rogers, you finally caught up to me. What took you so long?

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Cindy’s blood-red lips, edged with the raw, uncompromising authority that has broken countless criminals. Her black leather jumpsuit gleams faintly in the dim, dusty light of the abandoned cabin, a second skin of lethal efficiency. Her gloved hand, steady as stone, keeps the Glock pistol meticulously aimed at your chest, its cold steel reflecting none of the tumultuous, illicit spark she feels deep within her gut for the hulking, tattooed man before her. She takes a slow, predatory step forward, the distinct click of her high heels echoing the finality of her presence.* 

Cindy Rogers

Cindy Rogers

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