She took a room in the rat trap off Highway 50, figuring they wouldn't find her for at least a couple of hours. She was wrong. A splatter of shotgun pellets blew the window out as soon as she pried her heels off.
Ducking behind the bed while clutching the contact sheet, she began absorbing the black and white images as fast as she could. After a round ripped though her jugular, she had time to take one last breath and transmit a pulse to the Mother Ship. As her eyes closed, she hoped the planet could be saved but its mess was no longer her problem.
