NCISLARE
A man struggles inside of a van to drive...with only one hand.
"In other news," the radio continued to play "Dr. Glen Gazben, famous biologist working with the bioterrorism couter-measure division known as the BSAA, is still missing, along with three of his assistants. However, no word of any vital research on his part have been ruled as a threat to national security. Still, the government is taking proper precautions..." *click*
The driver pulled up to a wear house gate, where two men in black suits with concealed firearms stood guard.
"I'm here about G." The old man in the vehicle struggled to lean out and say. Silently, the strange suited guard nodded to the other. His partner seemed to almost talk jiberish rather than an actual language, but it was indeed Arabic still. The metal door was pulled open and the security motioned him in.
The one armed man struggled to turn into a designated space, and had trouble even pulling himself out of the vehicle once he left his crookedly parked car.
Two more men guided him into a light tan room with an old office desk. A dim yellow light shined down, although it was still daylight out and a rather beautiful view of the ocean nearby could be seen through the pane and the dust of the room.
Out of one dark corner, a man dressed similarly to the guards stepped out , but in more of a full tuxedo than a basic suit and tie.
He say a strange looking vile on the table and immediately say town in the office chair.
"What iz thiz?" The older man said almost discussed at the sight of whatever strange substance was inside the tube. His accent was now almost Russian.
"G." The dark figure said in a snotty superior sounding tone.
"G is here? Where is he? You promised me the agent G. for my help!" was the reply, as the one armed man grew more and more impatient and angry... To the point where he began a spasm of coughing.
The boss nodded. His crowny put a firm hand on the sickly guest's shoulder while he was recovering. When there eyes met, he saw a sickening yellow tint in the hulk's eyes, before the other behemoth grabbed him from behind right up from out of the chair and elf his arms back.
"WHAT IZ ZE MEANING OF THIZ!?" The victim cried as a needle was procured from the vial and injected into the shoulder of the restrained recipient.
"I can assure you, Mr. Vier" the man said as he rose up and pulled out a pair of dark shades, putting them on before stepping into to the light and revealing his blond hair and toned white body. "It will all make sense soon, and I promise you, with your help, Mr. Callen and all he and his friends and colleges in the United States government will suffer... though this will hurt!"
The blond man chuckled evily to himself as one of his henchmen shoed Mr. Vier to the floor in a state of seizure. The other held the door open and walked away once the others had left.
A white security camera blinked a red light as in black and white the remaining person in this room slowly became hardly a person at all... although all that could be seen when he rolled forward in agony and knocked the table over into himself was the shadow of an arm... a very big arm.
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