Where did it all start?
I’d have to go back a few years to a rainy night in New York.But first I should describe myself as I was when I was still a bluepill.I worked for the CIA, the infamous U.S. Central Intelligence Agency.I was part of their counter-terrorism unit.I was rather good at finding people and, frankly, killing them.I wasn’t a spy or even a “case officer” like most in the CIA; I was what they called an “operative.”That’s a nice word for a killer.Because I was so good I was assigned to hunt the most notorious terrorist there was, a man known as Morpheus.
Despite my skill however, Morpheus was always a step ahead of me, hell, most of the time it felt like he was four or five steps ahead.Going back to that rainy night, my team and I were after someone associated with him, an “Apoc.”For a change we had reliable information, we knew where he was and the information was fresh.
It was a rainy night, perfect for film noirs, detective and gangster stories.The squeaking of the windshield wipers was constant.Drew looked around the car at his team as they continued on to 29 Charles Place.There was Ray, the driver, an ex-SWAT guy.In the back were Brian, John and ‘Jack.’Brian and John were ex-Delta Force, Jack was the product of the blackest operations undertaken, one of the best killers there was.Each nodded to Drew as glanced at them, all except Jack who never seemed to take notice of anyone.
“We’re here,” Ray announced as they pulled up to a small apartment building.Four doors opened and were closed quietly.Each team member had their weapons of choice; Ray, an automatic pistol; Brian and John, cut-down assault rifles; Jack, a combat shotgun and Drew had one of his trademark machine pistols. “Jack, Brian, take the back.Ray, John, with me.”
Jack and Brian took off to go cover the back while Ray and John followed Drew to the front door.Drew gave the door a swift, hard kick, smashing it in.Ray and John moved in, guns covering the hall, Drew only a second or two behind them.They made their way to the stairwell and moved cautiously to the third floor.Drew once more considered their intelligence, somehow they new not just the building but the floor to hit.He pushed it from his mind; he had to concentrate on the task at hand. They proceeded to kick each door down, searching each room in sequence.At room 31 John kicked the door in and was greeted by automatic weapons fire.The first burst was stopped by his Kevlar body armor but the second burst hit him in the head and his corpse was thrown against the opposite wall.Drew and Ray jumped to either side of the doorway.
“**bleep** it,” Drew cursed.Suddenly heavy rounds started smashing through the wall.Drew threw himself back down the hall while out of the corner of his eye he saw Ray’s head turn to red mist.“Brian, Jack, get up here now,” Drew yelled into his radio. He ducked through an open doorway as several people came out of room 31.“So much for it just being Apoc, **bleep** intelligence always has to get something wrong,” Drew muttered quietly.He heard footsteps run past the room he was in and called quietly into his radio, “Brian, John, where the hell are you?”Drew stuck his head out and saw two men in black suits and sunglasses, the stereotypical ‘FBI look.’ He stepped out and followed them after the shooters up the stairwell. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m agent Johnson, this is agent Clark,” one of the men replied.
“That’s nice,” Drew said sarcastically, “but this is a special operation.”
“I know,” agent Johnson replied, “We’re here to make sure the job gets done, especially since it looks like you can’t do it.”By then they had reached the roof and Drew saw the group of shooters run to the edge and then jump all the way to the building across the street.
Drew skidded to a halt.“What the….” was all he got out before the two agents jumped across to the other building. “That’s….that’s not….possible.”
Drasis leaned back in his seat on the hovercraft Neo’s Avenger as he remembered that night.He remembered calling in additional CIA personnel to search the area.Apoc and his group hadn’t been found, the agents hadn’t been found, and Brian and Jack hadn’t been found though their two guns had been found by the back door of the building.
That was where it started Drasis thought.It was that night when he first really noticed that there was something wrong with the world.
