At the laboratory hidden among the rundown buildings in the abandon area of the city. The sunrise was fast approaching. The air was cool and crisp flowing into the vents. This didn't bother the technicians or the researchers. Their only mission was to finish the project so they could return to their lives.
Excitement filled the air in the lab that energized the workers to complete the final tasks in the preparation for the Stalker Missile for travel. WithIn a few hours it will be transferred to the Air Force.
It was the missle of the future. A pilot could program it with the target's coordinates. Then the missile with speed and accuracy could destroy the target within minutes. The Stalker Missile was the most powerful weapon in the America Government's arsenal.
The workers focused on their tasks, chatting about their future plans with their families, wives, or girlfriends. They paid no attention to the blinking red light on the security monitors.
A group of soldiers dressed in black uniforms carefully march through the underground tunnel that led to the lab. These soldiers raced to their target to require the missile. They burst into the laboratory, and pointed their military rifles at the workers. The technicians and the researchers stood there dumbfounded, staring down at the barrels of the rifles. Within a few seconds then they were shot in the head.
A tall man with thick brown wavy hair entered, wearing a black leather jacket. He kept his face away from the security cameras, and used hand signals to issue his commands to his soldiers. The man stood, allowing the camera to tape the back of his head.
The others completed their tasks and gathered the three smaller missiles. The man pushed a button on a tiny black box with an emblem of a knight's chess piece on the side.
He dropped the box, leaving it on the floor, and he escaped with the others.