I woke up to my alarm clock going off and multiple knocks at my door. I look over at the time, it reads 7:06 in red. I get up and open the door to see my former Head of FBI, Jack Ross from the office in Las Angeles. This is why I should have moved back too South Carolina.
“Hello.” I say.
“Hello, Cooper.” Jack says.
“What do you need?” I asks with an attitude.
“I need you to come into the office for a little bit, we have a national emergency on our hands.” Say Jack in a low and sad tone.
“You fired me after I saved thousands of people! Because I broke protocol apparently.” I say in a defiant tone.
“Cooper we got off on the wrong hand, I need, we need you, the state is in major threat and you the only one with the skills to stop this from happening” Jack exclaims.
“I’ll be there in 20” I tell him.
“No I don’t care what you are wearing or how you smell, I need you... now!”
I follow Jack downstairs of my apartment and into his blacked out, low suspension, tinted windows, 4 door sedan.
Hmmmm. These are gonna be the longest days of my life...