Nora was once again pacing in her hotel room. She had been holed up in the room for the past 3 days, trying to avoid an "international scene." Had she known she would only been in the meeting for a total of 5 minutes, she might have refused to even come. She was in New York! Why couldn't she go see the sights? She turned to the balcony window. From here, she could see most of Lower Manhattan, including the 911 memorial, the Brooklyn Bridge, and even a bit of Battery Park. What she would have given to get a chance to go see it. She could probably easily break the lock, but facing Bradly would not end well. Not to mention the numerous people who would freak out the moment she left. Even getting up to the hotel had been a carefully planned endeavor.

She knocked on the hallway door and waited for an answer. The lock clicked, and a large man stepped into the room, looking like someone straight out of the CIA. Hair neatly trimmed, black suit, black pants, black shoes, even the classic black sunglasses.

"Can I help you?"

The formality was off-putting.

"I'm bored." She tried to put the heaviest sigh into her words. The man was unfazed. "I want to go see the city."

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"Mr. Anderson specifically said you were not to leave the room."

"So what? He's not my dad."

"This is for your safety."

"You keep saying that. I've been on my own for 6 years now, why do you think I can't handle myself."

"Mr. Anderson is just taking the necessary precautions. Considering your... special case."

"Just say it. He thinks people are going to attack me. I'm FINE! Sheesh. I could handle people before, I can handle them now."

"That is the concern. He's working to ensure it doesn't come to that."

Nora took a step back. That was more info than she expected. Did they really think she would cause an incident? She had been joking about it, but stopping to think about it now, what would she do? Sure she was strong, but if she had to fight someone? It had not occurred to her that her only real options were violence. And without any training, she would certainly win, but was she ready for that? Was she ready to kill someone? She shook her head.

"What if you came with me?"

The man stared at her for a good few moments.

"I'll ask Mr. Anderson if it's OK." He stepped outside to make the call.

A smile spread across her face. Time to start planning.