A/N: So, after much deliberation, I realized that there will probably not be an update on "Jealousy" this week or next, since I have no time to write due to finals. But I felt bad not giving you guys anything. So I present to you my pet project (which has this chapter and the next written). It's going to be a biggy (hopefully), and quite serious. It starts out T, but it might not stay that way.

DISCLAIMER: IMAA isn't mine. I mentioned my big ideas for when I take over in "Jealousy", but if you need me to repeat them, just tell me.

~Beware the voice without a face~

The night was quiet, save for a few distant cars that drove by every now and again. Streetlights were on, creating a steady yellow glow on the sidewalks and a faint humming sound. They also distorted the shadows of the warehouses around them. A man, dressed in dark colors, walked through the shadows, his shoes hitting the sidewalk quietly.

He glanced around, noting his position. 7 blocks north east of the harbor district, 74th and 105th. Warehouses surrounded him on every side, dark and sinister. Their numbers were barely visible in the lamplight.

Finally, he found warehouse 24601- the number he was looking for. A week ago, an anonymous tip had been given to the FBI, informing them of an illegal weapons transaction happening in the warehouse. They had sent him to check the validity of this tip.

The man walked up to the side door, the employee's entrance, and pushed on it. The door opened a bit with a sharp squealing noise. These people weren't being cautious if the door could easily be opened.

There was no sound from the darkened warehouse. The man pulled a flashlight from the belt around his waist with his left hand. With his right, he felt for his holstered gun. Feeling it there, he turned the flashlight on and pushed the door open all the way.

The first thing he saw were crates, many crates, piled high and bearing a strange logo on their sides. So the tip was good- a weapons deal was going to go down here. A high-tech weapons deal-he recognized the logo from the last time. He fought the urge to immediately withdraw his weapon.

The man proceeded to walk down the aisles of the warehouse, getting an idea of just how many crates there were. A sudden sound behind him stopped him in his tracks and he whirled around, hand on the holster. The flashlight's beam swept around, but he couldn't see any movement. His hand warily on the gun, he continued on.

Near the back of the warehouse, he knelt beside a crate and pried the lid off, just so he could get a glimpse of the weapons they were dealing with. He drew in a breath when he peered inside. Empty. But why? Had the deal already gone down?

A flash of movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he stood up, this time whipping out the gun and pointing it in front of him. He fired 3 warning shots into the darkness then waited, senses on high alert. Nothing, no movement.

A sudden shocking pain on his back caused him to shout and collapse. The gun and flashlight fell from his hand and skidded across the floor. The flashlight flickered once, then went out, leaving him in complete darkness. Footsteps approached the man and he could see a faint glow of red and hear the crackle of electricity.

"Fancy seeing you again," a voice, distorted, rough, and strangely familiar, hissed.

The man on the floor groaned. "My employer knew they'd send you," the voice continued. "He wanted me to finish my job."

The man weakly reached for the cell phone in his pocket and pulled it out. The movement didn't escape the man above him. There was a bright flash of red light, and a severe amount of pain in his hand caused him to drop the phone with a yelp. The other man gently put his foot on it.

"P-pepper…" the prone man groaned.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about your daughter." There was a horrible splintering sound as the man crushed the phone. "You'll see her soon enough."

There was another bright flash of electric red, then everything went dark.

A/N: Ok, there's the prologue. I have the first chapter all written and typed up, and I'll have it up soon. However, this story will take longer to update—way longer. I try to update Jealousy at least once a week, but since this story is going to be longer and more detailed, the updates will be less frequent.

TRIVIA GAME: Something in this chapter was stolen from "Les Misérables". First one to leave a review and tell me what it is gets a point. Bonus point if you can tell me who it refers to. (That's your hint to leave a review, by the way)