There was nothing to see, nothing to hear. Unless she could detect minute variances in heat and subtle air redistribution she had no way of knowing the figure cloaked in active camo was even there. Which was exactly how Agent Texas wanted it.

She waited, a good shot, a good kill was always worth the wait; and she was rewarded. The woman came to the door looking tear stained and pathetic. Her shoulder bowed, her chin angled down, her hair and skin mottled and messed. But her torture had just begun, a silent laugh echoed in the confines of an electronic mind and an unseen hand shoved Meg back roughly into her room, the door shutting ominously after.