Prologue 'let the experiment begin
The day was hot and bright. Not only did they have a high risk mission, they had been caught, and now he was running for his life.
He took a sharp turn around a corner and abruptly ran in to something, while someone. The unknown threat quickly picked him up and started walking back the way he came. Within moments they entered a room and he was promptly thrown to the floor next to his team.
"Here's the last one sir." a gruff voice rang throughout the room.
"Good, good. The experiment can begin." a rough strange voice replied.
He looked around the room trying desperately to find this strange man. He looked back at the big thug who now held a needle in his hand along with more rope. The threat advanced toward him grabbing his arms harshly and tying them roughly behind his back. He looked toward the SGT in charge of his team, fear blurred the edges of his vision as the needle was jammed into the back of his neck.
The world around him spun before his mind lost consciences and his heart stopped.
Hayato Finch sat up in his bed with a start. He sighed and closed his eyes as he ran a hand over the spot where the needle had sunk in all those years ago.