Night had fallen over the darkened City of New Troy. Tall silver skyscrapers illuminated the clouds with a light blue hue over the dark blue sky.
A well-dressed young man walks down the street, for he had a secret, uncanny strength and sences.
His name, unknown.
His age, unknown.
By all public accounts, he doesn't exist. Never has, nor will he ever. He opens his brief case, taking out a file, with a picture on it. The picture is of an older man, wore by the ages.
Francis Todman Sr. of the TX-i Corp. Wanted for selling military secrets to terrorists across the World.
Scum.
The man steps into the building, and is quickly blocked by security guards.
"By order of the M.B.L. I am here to arrest Francis Todman Sr. Step aside."
"I am sorry, but we have orders to not allow any-"
"Move. Or by all accounts this will be taken as a threat to World Security."
The guards stand firm, their weapons drawn.
"I will not ask again."
Two gurads step aside and the young man walks past, on guard presses softly on his trigger, but before a bullet is fired, the young man turns with two silver-45s drawn. Two bullets rip through the guards shoulders, the gun falls from his hand as his body slumps to the ground, alive but unconcious from shock.
"Anyone else?"
The guards drop their weapons and place their hands over their heads.
The young man walks toward the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.
[ 04-14-2002: Message edited by: GoozX ]
