Granted, her diminished capacity did little to aid her search, but the chemical cocktail brewing inside her was more than enough to compensate for the handicap of a minor head injury. The serum was but one ingredient of that cocktail; the others consisted of fear, adrenaline and the sheer will to survive. Sam did not know how she knew they were being tracked; just that they were. It seemed strange to her that she could be so certain about it, but in the seconds that it took her to run her fingers across the device, she recounted the number of times she'd felt that certainty over the course of the last week. To her, it was the same as if she'd already read and memorized a book before she'd even seen it; as if she'd already seen a brand new television show and just didn't remember the outcome, despite her ability to predict who this week's villain was and what his plans were for the "good guys". It was with that level of certainty that she plucked the third button from Jenna's blouse, with that level of certainty that she knew precisely what the device really was and what it was intended for.

"Got it," she said sleepily. "I need a hair pin; something metal. Keys, staple, paper clip...doesn't matter."

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