Author's Note: This is my second fanfiction and it is not a sequel to the first, but rather another story. I night make a series of this one. By the way, I'm not very knowledgeable about his kind of stuff, so if I got anything wrong, then please tell me in your review. Thanks for reading this!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this story that may have come from or give the intention of coming from any patented or claimed product. Personally, I don't see the point in disclaimers, since this is fanfiction.
The Beginning of the End
Prologue:
Several days, ago, one of my comrades from my time in Iraq contacted me in one of the standard military codes that we used when we were dodging bullets everyday of that gruesome 10-month time period in which we spent together there patching up soldiers. His message was read as this: Hey Mike, something's come up at work… (Static) …. I've got to talk to you soon..(Static) It's about the and the line gone dead.
The message was from Will, my associate that I got to know through our training together and, as I recently discovered, one of my colleagues at my work at a hospital. Since the message was in code, I wondered why in the world he would have to be so secretive about and why his voice sounded very anxious. I would soon discover a horrifying plot that made Iraq look like a common household chore.
Yes I know it's a very short one, but I was tired today and it was late at night when I wrote this and I was eager to get this story out, so here it is. Also, I've officially decided to make this into a series. Please read and review!