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She picked her way up the hillside in her stiletto heels, as agile as a mountain goat despite her unsuitable attire. It was quiet up here; the only sound was the gentle breeze as it rustled through the grass and rippled its invisible fingers over her silver fox-fur coat. The terrain was strange, alien almost. All she could see were the huge hulking shapes of grey rocks on the sun-bleached grass, giving way on the horizon to a deep blue sky.
To anyone who saw her she would have looked a strange sight, walking up the hillside alone, in her dress, high heels and matching fur coat and hat . But she was not some silly woman lost. She knew exactly where she was, and she knew exactly where she was going.
At last she found what she was looking for at the top of the hill. A white building, tall and cylindrical in shape. There were two people inside it – she knew this. Her blood-red lips twitched upwards at the corners into a smile. Good, she thought. She was so hungry.