Tommy Oliver sighed as he switched the jeep's engine off, running a hand over his face at the thought of all the marking he had to tonight. And then there was whatever was on the news that had everyone talking. Something told him that there was a million messages waiting for him.
He took the keys out and locked the door behind him… His front door was wide open. He didn't remember leaving his door open. Shit.
His heart pounding, he streaked inside. Don't make a sound… Everything looked untouched, nothing was stolen. It was dark, not a single light on. As he headed to his office to check the security, he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes. In the living room was a human shaped figure, too dark to make out.
Oh God… The worst thoughts popped into his head. Rita? Zedd? A possessed Jason… Evil Trent… His stomach churned.
Then a light was flicked on. A man he had never seen before, older than him, in a nondescript black suit and thinning grey hair.
"Hi." The man smiled awkwardly and stood up. "I'm sorry about this but protocol and all. I did try to drop by at the school."
"Not to sound rude or anything but who are you and why are you here?" Tommy asked, tense.
"I'm not sure if you've seen the news but I'm here to talk to you about Project Hexagon." The man replied.