### Chapter 1

I stand on the balcony of top floor of the Rockford Hotel. I pear into my binoculars, over railing.
This is the moment! I watched the car stop and a *young lady* walk out.
"Not so young any more," I murmur to myself.
Suddenly, a slam of the door behind me. I jump then spin around to see a frowning man in a uniform emerge from the door way.
"Your not allowed to be here!" he shouts.
I calmly reach into my purse, but then I realize something is wrong. In my panic I dropped the binoculars.
I freeze.
Those binoculars -the object- will take exactly 5.871 seconds to hit the ground. The impact will distract *the woman* right as she enters. As *she* looks away, *she* will bump into agent 5730 who will spill the contents of his coffee cup on *her*.
It will take 0.524 seconds for *her* to shriek out in pain, from what *she* will believe is a burn from the temperature.
What have I done?...
1.637 seconds after the spill, agent 5730 will run off to never be found again.
I know exactly what I just did, but I don't want to accept it.
At the 3.429 second mark, *her* manager from the front desk will finish gasping and run to help. 
I turn into the security guards eyes glaring down at me. He doesn't know what is about to happen.
I look over the railing and watch the the binoculars smash into a million pieces.
*I* remember that moment all felt like a flash.
Pretty soon *she* will be back home thinking that *she* is just taking the day off because of that accident. Ha *I* was so foolish then.
"What are you doing here!" the guard screeches.
I snap back out of my head. I need to get out of here, I have already caused enough damage to the fabric. I go back to searching though my purse and grab a small metal cylinder and press the button on the top.
I guess mission completed, I now know what the distraction is.
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