Ryanne was sitting in, what had now become, her favorite place in the house. She was under the table, with her laptop, chairs surrounded the sides of the table that faced windows. She was online, searching for body-guards and such. She had posted on her need of one on a web-site, saying she was prepared to pay anything. She had almost been killed twice already, and it had only been a week since she hacked into the government's computers (for the second time). First, she was almost shot, then they tried hitting her with a bus. Though, the bus could've just been her not looking both ways. Whatever it was, Ryanne was in need of assistance. She needed to get back in, get evidence, and take it to the media. She needed to bring the situation to the light. The government was testing new biological weapons on people, those people could die if no one did anything.