"Drake, what's wrong?"
His two lackeys sidled up to him. What was Drake looking at?
"You guys see that person over there? Doesn't she look a little familiar to you?"
Drake stared in Stella Sterling's direction without turning his head, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
'I couldn't get a good look at that woman before. Why does she seem more and more familiar the longer I stare?'
The two of them looked in the direction Drake was staring and scratched their heads. "Drake, isn't that just the woman who was mowing people down with that gun a minute ago?"
'Of course she's familiar, we just saw her.'
'Has Drake lost his memory or something?'
The man had barely finished speaking when Drake smacked him on the back of the head. "No shit, Sherlock! Of course I know it's her. I mean she feels *really* familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before!"
