Digging Up the Past - Prologue

I leaned my back against my black office chair, looking above to see a wide open sky. It felt as if I was outside, free as a bird. I would imagine being anywhere else than the IMC (Investigating Mysteries Corporation) Main Headquarters. The only place I wouldn't imagine was the gates of hell because I would always picture an IMC building just beyond the blood red graveyard that served as a front lawn within the gates of hell.

It wasn't that the IMC buildings weren't clean or that the people weren't nice; it was just that I wasn't cut out for staying indoors and making copies all day long. I was a man of action, and god damn it, I will be until the day I lie in the soil with a rugged stone marking my territory!

The white computer monitor was showing the computer's default screen saver (the logo of the company that made it rotating) which gave me headaches after watching it for ten minutes straight. I was bored.

It's not like I had nothing to do. In fact, I had to prepare for a presentation in about an hour on "Weapon Safety: Where to Place Weapons and Why". It was the last thing I wanted to do that day. Someone up there in heaven must have heard me because, little did I know, my life was about to change.