Prologue
"They found you! Run now!"
The phone was immediately slammed down and the man, looking like in his fifty, quickly gather his things and shoved them into his briefcase. He glanced at the clock. It’s eleven, it’s past curfew. He felt his stomach dropped, there’s no way he could get out of this alive. He shouldn’t have had accepted any job from government official anyway, especially when it’s about something like this.
The man slammed the emergency door open and rushed down the building to his car in the basement. He looked around as he ran down. Nobody in sight. The stairway was dead quiet; there were only his pacing breath, his shadow, and fear looming in the stagnant air.
He took a long breath and walked into the basement carpark, keep on glancing over his shoulder as he made his way to his car. A few meters more and he could probably made his way out.
Or not.
“Good evening, Mr. Jack.”
The man turned and saw a silhouette walking towards him in a calm, calculated step. The voice sounded like they belong to a young man, probably a teenager.
“I’m busy,” The man replied. He sounded angrier than he intended to.
“Busy meddling into affairs you shouldn’t have seen, I presume.”
The man turned and took a step back. The young man walked into light. He was wearing a full face black mask, an all black outfit and was holding a silencer-equipped gun pointed at him. Of all sudden he realized who the guest was. Sweat started trickling down his cheek and jaw as he slowly backed off. His hand wet and cold and his feet started to tremble.
“It—it wasn’t much, I swear, I knew nothing about it I just didn’t—I didn’t intended to—”
“Please, save it for the interrogation later, sir. We do advise you to not remain silent during discussion, it will keep the work simple for both of us.”
Jack turned and started to run but the teen was faster. He released two bullets and Jack fell down groaning, crying. He tried to crawl away, but two other fully grown man, both wearing the same full-faced black mask appeared in front of him. They put on a cover on his face, handcuffed him and dragged him away into a van waiting nearby.
The teenager sleeved his gun back and glanced at one of the security camera watching them before leaving the place.
