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It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning. She needed to get her passport out of her safety deposit box. It would take only a minute, and then she could finish her shopping. She was in luck; there was even a parking place.

"Yes, I have identification and my key," she said to the bank clerk. She followed the clerk, got her safety deposit box and went into the little room to open the box.

Oh my God, what was going on? Were those bullets? She had to hide. Why did she have to peek out and see him shoot those people? He saw her! Just when she thought she was dead, the police crashed into the bank.

There was a lot of chaos and suddenly everything went black. She fell to the floor. The next thing she remembered was someone saying, "The paramedics are coming. Try not to move. You'll be okay." She couldn't stop shaking. Why had she gone to the bank? Then she closed her eyes.

Where was she? Who were these men? She had to get out of there. Her mind raced. She was terrified.

"Settle down. You're safe. You're in the hospital and no one's going to hurt you," said the police officer. "The FBI and marshals will be here within the hour. They're in command of the situation. Now just lay back and rest. What's your name?"

She whispered, "Emma Green, my name's Emma Green."

"Miss Green, this is Travis Grant, the marshal from Witness Protection. We're working with him and the FBI to catch Manuel Mercado. He was the man who shot the people in the bank," said the police officer.

Emma looked up into beautiful, brown eyes. They belonged to an enormous man.

"Miss Green, I'm Travis Grant, and I'm here to keep you safe," he said.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Emma Green, and I want to get out of here and go home. Where is the doctor? I want to be discharged now!"

Just then, the doctor came in. "Miss Green," he said, "you're okay. You were in shock, but everything looks okay now. You'll need to rest for the next few days, but then you can resume your normal activities."

"Great, thank you, doctor. Now will you all get out of here so I can get dressed? I need to go home and take a long, hot bubble bath."

"Miss Green," Travis spoke up.

"Please call me Emma."

"Okay. Emma, you can get dressed, but you can't go home," Travis said as he stared at her.

"Of course I can go home," she snapped.

"No, you can't! You're going into Witness Protection immediately. We'll be leaving here and going to a safe house. You're in grave danger. Mercado's men are looking for you. You witnessed him shoot two people. He's one of the biggest crime bosses in Boston. We've been trying to arrest him for years, but could never get anything on him that would stand up in court. Now we have something that will send him to prison for the rest of his life," he told her grimly.