Hey guys! Sorry for such a long wait for just the second chapter! I was hoping to get this one done posted sooner, but I had sent it back to my editor after I had made some changes, but my editor sort of... disappeared? I hope it's okay, even without the second edit. Enjoy!
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A gentle shaking of Kyra's shoulder drifted her away from sleep before a hard tug on the same shoulder finally snapped her from her slumber. She quickly jolted to a stiffened upright position, her vision still tinted red from her dream of her most recent assassination. Her small adrenaline rush subsided and awareness graced her with its presence.
"Wake up!" a deep, male voice called to her. She lulled her head to the side, relaxing and engaging her innocent civilian facade once again. Her partially opened eyes took in a well built, young man dressed in Hora's typical, deep blue, police uniform. It was adorned with Hora's intricate lilac insignia sewed onto the right breast pocket.
"Wwhaat?" A small slur of sleepiness escaped her lips to draw out her little act.
The officer grumbled deeply before slowly pulling Kyra out of the truck by her forearm, which she made a show out of by stumbling and forcing the officer to catch her before she ate some of the asphalt. As soon as the officer had gotten her out of the way and in an upright position, it allowed the others on her bench to pile out and form a group behind the truck. Immediately, heavily armed guards flanked the group's sides before proceeding to move them along towards the capital building, where they would be logged into the criminal database.
Kyra finally allowed herself to straighten up and look fully awake before she took in the darkening blue sky of the evening. She glimpsed at the nicely paved roads and poured sidewalks that were flawless and absent of cracks. The capital building of Hora was made from concrete but had nicely polished marble columns that supported the twenty-five foot lip of the top of the building. The steps towards the building looked just as nice as the rest of it. The building was three stories high, but it looked quite minuscule compared to the ten and fifteen story buildings surrounding the city's center and capital building. Hora was a decent country, just beginning to flourish into something beautiful.
"Dylan, get a move on and get that girl into the capital. We need her logged and tagged before sundown. You should know the orders by now." A stern female voice filled Kyra's ears before the woman stepped into her view, holding a sniffling woman by the forearm. The woman's brunette hair was put up into a tight bun, and she was also wearing the usual police uniform of Hora's capital, but it was adorned with a captain's badge pinned above the left breast pocket.
She could feel the officer holding her forearm stiffen as his grip got just a bit tighter before speaking to his captain, "Yes, ma'am!"
The young officer tugged on Kyra's arm, leading her up the steps towards the capital building's entrance. He pushed the door open with his free hand, smoothly guiding her through the main entrance. The front desk was located twenty feet directly in front of the entrance doors and was carved from a polished redwood and took up a fair proportion of the length of the room. All the attention, though, went mostly to the glistening marble floors. Unfortunately, Kyra couldn't take in anymore of the gorgeous capital building since the officer was already tugging her through long hallways and corridors of the building. The pair then rapidly entered a small medical wing, fast approaching one of the many, white and sterile doors. He quickly unlocked and opened a the door that lead into an equally sterile and white room that contained only a few white cabinets and a metal examining table that was bolted to the floor.
