The street is dark, the only light being the fading sparks remaining in the streetlights overhead. Occasionally a car will drive by, startling a young woman wearing all black, carrying a red purse and a bottle of wine walking down the street. It's late, or early about 3am, and she appears to have been out all night. She starts to wander into the street when a red truck comes bounding down the street and right towards her. Now would be a good time for her to get out of the way of this driver who is either asleep or trying to kill her but she just stands there.

Her eyes are wide open, her body relaxed, as if she’s just waiting to get hit, the headlights illuminating her features. She doesn’t look scared, instead she looks angry, as if she’s about to attack. Her glass bottle drops from her hand, shattering in the street and spilling into a red puddle around her feet. She throws down her purse and pushes her hands in front of her, as if somehow she will be able to just push the truck away. The truck continues to come closer, it’s mere feet away now. She fixes her stance, and the truck crashes into her arms, but instead of crashing through her and knocking her down, it bounces back with a big jolt- enough to wake the sleepy driver and he turns the wheel and continues down the street as if nothing happened.

The woman is Lainey Sheppard, daughter of Donna and William Sheppard, residents of Edinburgh, Scotland but originally from Charleston, South Carolina. They moved to Edinburgh about two years ago to be closer to Lainey while she works tirelessly on her very own Wool Spooling business. Edinburgh is known for its wool, and Lainey told her parents that wool is her passion and she wants to be at the center of the action. So, when Lainey was twenty-two, the three of them packed up and moved across the world.

This was not the entirety of Lainey's reason to move. Ever since her sixteenth birthday, Lainey could feel things, control things even, and she had no idea how important they were. Lainey was an honors student in high school and graduated at the top of her college class. She was able to make friends with just about everyone. , and was invited to every party. She always seemed to know what was about to happen next, and it both intrigued and irritated those around her. Everyone wanted to keep their distance, as if to protect themselves, but no matter how hard they tried she could draw them in with a witty comment or a smile. She just had this way about her, yet no one could figure out why she was so captivating.

Throughout her life, various things would take place and Lainey would be able to help solve the problem- it was like she had more than 5 senses. These powers have allowed her to adapt to whatever situation she’s in, and now she’s realized that she can do more than she ever thought possible When Lainey was a freshman in college, about to turn nineteen, her powers got stronger. She was down by the river near her college campus when she felt a sense that she needed to walk down the bank a ways and see what was happening down there. She walked about 50 feet over rocks and through some bushes on the bank when she saw some students swimming, as well as a family with two younger children. She gave a little wave before sitting down and dipping her toes into the water to cool off.

All of a sudden, a current came out of nowhere and swept the kids downstream, around a turn in the water, and out of view. Without missing a beat, Lainey dove in the water. This was the moment she decided to test her powers, so she opened her eyes and tried to take a breath. She could see perfectly, breathe just fine, and swim faster than a fish. She quickly caught up to the kids, grabbed them, and swam with them above the water back to the shore. The parents were so happy to be reunited with their kids that they didn’t even question how she was able to get to them so quickly.

This was a turning point for nineteen year old Lainey, and the E.S.P.P , or Espionage Special Persons Program knew it too. They sent her a discreet letter in the mail and encouraged her to fly to Edinburgh, Scotland, to see their training facilities. It was all laid out in a typed letter with no return address, and Lainey wasn’t sure what to do, but she had figured out by now that she was different and knew that this was how she would figure out what she was supposed to use these powers for.

In Edinburgh, she saw the offices and the training facilities and knew it would be the right place to continue honing her powers and her newfound spy training. They had different drills that help her find her ‘extra senses’ and also average spy training activities. With her powers, she had a leg up on all the other spies in the program because she could cover more terrain and insert herself into more dangerous situations in order to obtain information crucial to the government of Scotland.

It was hard for her to keep her new job a secret from her parents and friends, so she googled things that Scotland is famous for. This is where the wool spooling business comes in. E.S.P.P provided her with a website and a fake storefront to help maintain her cover. A cover story is something that they provide all their talented agents with because it’s too critical to the country that what they do is never discovered. This official business is what prompted her parents to realize that she had permanently relocated and they wanted to move. Lainey tried convincing them otherwise but they wouldn't have it.

Three years later, twenty two year old Lainey works undercover six days a week, and parties (or spends time with her parents, since they moved across the world for her) on her off day. No matter how much fun she’s had, she walks away untouched- her powers always protect her from harm. She remains a great asset to the E.S.P.P program and uses her powers to aid the government of Scotland. It is unclear what her job actually entails, as that would ruin them being spies, but in a survey sent to Scotland residents, it was reported that on average they felt safer than they did a few years ago.

Picking up her purse, the woman continues her walk home, still veering into the street as she goes- clearly not worried at all about traffic. Upon arriving home she looks at her tasks for the next long work day she has ahead before crashing on her plush white bed covered in throw pillows, blankets, and the faint glow of the almost morning sky. It would be only a few short hours before the clock turned 5 and she would need to get ready for another adventure. Spies never sleep.