The Titan

Chapter One: Abducted

"I still have operative access. I can steal all the titans I need from the Organization; then I'll come for you, Dante Vale."

DeFoe, while packing up his office in the basement of the organization, did not expect assault, especially not one from Grier, his new right hand man. So, though he knew all sorts of ways to defend himself, he was caught off guard and Grier covered his mouth before he could command any destructive spells.

DeFoe fought against Grier's strong arms, kicking the table and causing some objects to fall and break in his effort to get loose. His attempts proved useless when Grier, fed up with the struggle, brought his elbow down hard on the back of DeFoe's head. DeFoe saw stars and then all consciousness fell away.

DeFoe regained his hearing about an hour afterwards and a little of his feeling, however hazy. He was cold, lying on a hard, cold surface and there were voices of men around him, discussing something.

"Here are the amulets I have chosen." He heard one man say.

"Sir," another, younger, replied, "it might be best if we start with one, in case the operation is a failure. That way, your others are safe and we would only need to cut out and clean one."

"So be it," the first man consented. "Use this one."

There was a dull pain in one of DeFoe's arms. He was awake enough to feel the need to escape, but not enough to do anything else. It was impossible to tell time in such a state, but he figured it wasn't long before the ache in his arm began to ebb and he went to sleep.