Security; Vanessa is in danger!

The caller ID simply said “Trevor” which she assumed this reality’s Cora knew much better.

“Hello?” Cora asked into the receiver.

“Good morning! This is Trevor, with security. Do you have a moment to speak?” he asked.

“Er, yeah? I mean, yes,” Cora self-corrected.

“Excellent. You may be aware that we recently opened a new commercial branch?” Trevor paused a moment then continued, “Well, we’ve received reports of an ongoing armed robbery at that location.”

“Oh, that’s terrible! Have the police been called?” a fearful shiver ran down Cora’s spine. Some odd sense of dread regarding the reason she, specifically, was being notified was forming.

“Yes, ma’am, I just thought you should hear from me,” Trevor sighed shakily, “that, uhm, we’ve been informed that the new President of Marketing is present at that location.”

“Send me that branch’s address,” Cora demanded brusquely. Without delay she then disconnected the call and took her leave. Dread had turned to fury; she was partially emboldened by her confidence in what her body could do even against armed criminals. On her way out she found that her compact sedan had been replaced by a large truck meant to accommodate her size. Her phone buzzed once more as a text message had come in, but it was in her pocket and she had other concerns demanding her attention.

On the way to the bank branch Cora risked numerous collisions; she sped through red lights and swerved across lanes of traffic like her life depended on it. To her, Vanessa’s did, and that superseded all other concerns. Finally, she arrived to the scene of numerous police cruisers parked outside the bank. A team of armored SWAT officers seemed to be conversing. She strode past them and stepped over their barricades, eliciting shouts for her to stop. None of them could, and their only effort was verbal.