I

LIFE TURNING UPSIDE DOWN

THERMITE

Jordan Trace was in bed when his phone rang, it was laying on the side of the bed, next to a lamp- and a handgun. He blindly reach out for it, expecting his friend, Mike, but that wasn't the case.

He picked it up and pressed the green button, "Hello?"

"Jordan Trace, member of FBI SWAT and has expertise in cutting through almost any surface." A voice said.

Trace sat up, mind at attention, "Who is this?"

"My name is classified, I do not officially exist, but you may call me Six." The voice said.

"What do you want from me?" Trace asked.

There was silence for a few moments, "Look out the window." Six said.

Jordan did as he was told, sure enough, there was a sleek, black limousine out in the driveway.

"Get in the car, and you will know what." Six said.

"No way, lady," Jordan said, "I don't take orders from people who don't show their faces."

As he was looking at the car, the passenger seat window rolled down, revealing an african american woman with a phone to her ear,

"Get. In. The. Car." Six said.

"O- okay." Jordan said, hanging up and getting his hand gun, cell phone, and a hand grenade. He opened his bedroom door and walked down the hall, picking up his beacon if he ever needed his fellow FBI members.

Trace walked down the stairs and to the front door, which was already open for some reason. He walked down the steps and opened the backseat door, and got in.

He sat down next to a man who looked like he was from the secret service, but he somehow doubted that. The car started and backed out of the driveway.

"Okay," Trace said, "Why am I here?"

"You're here because the government orders it." Six said.

"Not the answer I was looking for." Trace replied.

The car stopped again outside of someone's house, and a woman got in the third row of the car,

"Hello, Monika." Six said.

Monika looked up from her phone, "Oh, hi!" Then went back to it.

"Monika is from Germany, she was transported here to go to the briefing we are about to arrive at." Six explained.

"Okay, now tell me why ARE we here?" Jordan asked, as Monika looked up too.

"Six months ago we got word from an informant that there was a new terrorist group that was one of the only fears of his drug cartel." Six said.

"Okay, who is the informant?" Trace asked as Monika zipped back to her phone.

"That's classified." Six said.

"Not anymore!" Monika shouted proudly, "El Sueño, former drug lord, and ran the Santa Blanca drug cartel before being captured by team ghos-" She screamed as her phone was shot.

Six was holding a suppresed P12, "We'll get you a new one, but if you mention that to anyone or hack into anything else, you be convicted to the US justice system, understand?"

Monika dropped her shattered phone and nodded.

"Good." Six said."Anyway," Jordan said, "What else is there?"

"They are experts in anything related to terrorism, they could make September 11th look like child's play with the things they have at their disposal. Explosives, toxins, poisons, weapons, anything." Six explained.

"Okay, what are they doing now?" Jordan asked.

"They have devoted their entire research to making chemical bombs of every sort, we know of only a few, but we only know names not affected."

"What are they called?" Monika asked.

"Cloudburst, TN-97, and Rewinsh, but that is out of the possible thousands of bombs they have created." Six said.

"Who else is in this program?" Jordan asked.

"The best from GIGIN, FBI, SEALS, GSG9, SAS, BOPE, and many more." Six said.

"Ma'am," The driver said to six, "We're here."