Prologue
The lock opens with a satisfying click. Bingo. The man smiles, stepping into the room. The elusive security of the International Crime Organisation. Overridden. The feared guards. Maimed. And now him, in the room containing every single agent’s personal profiles. If they could see him now.
The man reaches the computer. Fingers flying across the keyboard, he clears through the passwords. With a single press of a button, his thirst for knowledge will be satiated. The answer to his problems. Without hesitation he clicks. The information appears.
Selena Carson. Agent 1900. Clearance 9.
Appearance: Caucasian, dark hair, blues eyes, slim, 5 foot 5.
Date of birth: July 16 1995
Family: Father; Senator Thomas Carson, Mother; Sabrine Carson, Siblings; Sebastian Carson.
Occupation: Attorney.
Classification: Lead Field Agent, Clearance 9.
The information keeps on pouring. The data, like a poem of code. The man uploads it to the USB, smug. This will give him the power. This will get him to the top. And they will be watching, weeping.
Out of the blue, the door opens. A faint humming sound is heard. He turns. She gasps. The man eyes her with boredom. A middle aged woman. Frail and slight. An easy target.
“Y-you’re not supposed to b-be here,” the woman stutters.
He flashes her a dazzling smile, displaying a row of perfectly white teeth. “And you’re not either.” He starts advancing towards her. “Don’t worry. You won’t be here much longer.”
With startling speed the man grabs her, flips her, and pins her down. See? Easy target. The woman cries out, squirming feebly. Spying her name tag, his smirk intensifies. Annabel Appleby. Cute. He casually reaches for a knife in his pocket and flips it idly.
Her eyes widen and a shriek escapes her lips. “Get off me you-you monster!”
The dazzling smile returns. “You flatter me.”
And that’s when she sees it. The lack of humanity in him. The killer instinct. The monster he truly is.
The man doesn’t bother to leave anymore time for the woman’s horror filled musings. Flipping the knife, and smiling that smile one last time, he jabs it unceremoniously into her chest. She draws out a single breath and falls limp to the ground. Not even sparing her a glance, the man leaves the room, USB in left hand, bloody knife in the other. He passes a few unsuspecting agents and smoothly gets outside. His next destination? The Maze.
