FBI Agent Chris Russer goes into a deep world of fantasy when he discovers America Town |
Day 1; 4:15 a.m. (Afghani Time) A truck pulls up to a construction site with the night sky still overhead. Grabbing his toolbox a man hops out of the truck, turning on a flashlight. The American man puts some blueprints on the hood of his truck and overlooks them. As he is ready a car drives down the dirt path, leading to the construction site. Thinking nothing of it the American continues looking over the blueprints, marking things with his pencil. The window to the car rolls down and an Arab looks at the man. Speaking in an Arab accent the man says, “Are you American?” Catching the man off guard he jumps, but calms immediately. Cautiously reaching down to his belt he takes his pistol out of the holster, being extra careful not to be seen. “Why?” “My child is ill, can you help us get American doctors?” “I don’t think I can, I’m just here as a contractor.” “Please, sir! You are American?” “I’m not military.” The man tries to get back to work, but he is still being bothered by the strangers. Without warning someone clubs the man on the back of the head. The American falls to the ground and three Arabs rush out of the car as the fourth man, holding a bloody club, stands over him. They all four toss the unconscious American into the backseat and drive off. As the man is being kidnapped there is another one being prevented thousands of miles away. It’s 10:28 A.M. in the American capitol, early enough where some people are just waking up. For Mike Russer it’s been a long night, as he finally locates the house he has been looking for all night. “This has got to be it,” Mike says, looking out the window of the van. His eyes stare at the little house across the street. “We’ve been chasing this guy all night. It’s time we stop it.” In the driver’s seat is another FBI agent, going through some papers. “This guy has wasted thousands of dollars in child pornography from Russia. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I broke it down piece by piece.” “He’s a sick bastard.” Mike pulls his gun out and checks the ammo. “We ready for this?” “Yeah.” “Knock on the door, I’ll go around back, through the door, he won’t see me coming.” Mike sneaks around back and waits for the signal in his ear piece before sneaking through the back door. The door, as expected, is unlocked and he quietly moves in. From the kitchen counter he can see the suspect talking to the other agent, acting like he has no clue why the FBI is at his house. Just as he’s about come up from behind and arrest the man he notices a bloody knife on the floor, next to the basement. Slowly moving down the stairs he finds himself in the dark basement, hearing the conversation between the suspect and FBI agent in his ear piece. As he turns the light on he sees something worst than he ever could have imagined. It takes him several seconds to even realize it’s real and not a hallucination. In the corner of the basement sits a 9 year old girl, tied, gagged, naked, and bloody. Mike slides over to her and unties her. He shows her his badge and tries to calm her, but she is too frightened to say anything. As he tries to lift her he hears a gunshot upstairs. The man then rushes down the stairs and sees Mike, holding the girl in his arms. “You’re a sick bastard.” “Who are you?” The man is confused and angry. “FBI and you are under arrest!” Mike lays the girl down as he pulls out his badge to show the man. As Mike is pulling his badge out the man charges Mike. Falling to the cement floor Mike drops his badge and his gun. With the man on top of him Mike pulls his gun out and fires a shot into the chest. With the man on the floor, dead, Mike crawls over to the innocent girl. “It’s okay now, honey. I promise he won’t hurt you anymore.” Mike waits, but there’s no response from her, she is in tears as she tries to cover her naked body with the tiniest towel she found. “Do you know who this man was? Did he kidnap you?” Her hands shake as she covers her eyes, while Mike holds her close to his chest. It makes her feel some comfort, but she can never recover. With her voice trembling she whispers an answer to Mike, “He was my dad.” 11:02 A.M. |