I was sitting in my office reading success reports when Solana burst through the door, her face pale with fear.

"Mom, we have a problem. A big one."

"What kind of problem?" I asked, immediately alert. Solana's visions had become incredibly precise. When she was scared, I paid attention.

"I saw an attack. On the foundation headquarters. Next Tuesday at 3:47 PM."

"What kind of attack?"

"Armed men. Professional. Military-grade equipment." Her hands were shaking. "Mom, they're ...