She knew a secret. She slid close to the garbage bin, a small projectile skimming the calf of her leg. She'd have to make sure to look over that for poison─but for now, she'd have to try and keep the urge to scream at a minimum, seeing as her pursuers were close behind her, and the urge to drop her camera along with it. She clumsily slung it over her shoulder, grabbing at the fence in front of her and pushing up with her leg. She could feel her jeans soaking up the warm, red liquid as she jumped over the steel fence. The camera's strap loosened and the small appliance flew into the air as she landed─luckily landing in Shea's outstretched hand. She broke for the entrance of one of the nearest buildings, and turned the key to a door labeled "102-B" on the seventh floor of the middle-class apartment. She stood at the doorway for a few minutes, her breaths gradually returning to normal as she listened to the hurried footsteps of many men going through the hallway in search for something. She let out a sigh, and as if on cue, a pair of huskies ambushed her, smothering the woman in affection. She pet them each, getting low to the ground and ruffling them each on the head, then led them to the couch where she turned on the television. Pretending that she hadn't just been chased by a group of government workers was a norm. They came sometimes, finding her in the strangest of places. This time in particular, however, she had been caught taking pictures of random people on the street for inspiration. Life stuck inside her modest hovel wasn't exactly the most stimulating thing one could do, and even a simple girl such as herself needed to get out and just be able to walk around. It was dangerous, she knew. But it was a necessity of life to be able to live it. It was unfortunate that she was being targeted by some government higher-ups, but it never stopped her from going out before. Their tracking her was becoming more frequent, though. She was obviously becoming an easy 'mark'. That was a problem. Shea Prodan knew a secret. Something that would be disastrous for a certain government official's chances of getting elected in the next election. He was a corrupt man, who accepted bribes and hired people to get rid of his competition. A beast with a bottomless lust for power; and Shea was in his way. Given she had taken a few things─things that she probably shouldn't have had─here and there from other countries and also the fact that she had witnessed, many-a-time, little bribe-accepting meetings with an underground dealer. She would have let it known to the public, but it was interesting to see the man squirm for a while. After a while, however, he gained more power, more money, and he threatened to destroy her. She saw it as a good time to go into hiding, and since then she's been cramped inside her little one-bedroom apartment with her two huskies, Gunter and Ivana, who were turning three the next month. They hadn't caught her yet, but she had a feeling karma would have to get her back at some point; and something told Shea it was going to be soon.