Two men sat across from each other in the Hawaiian home of an ex-military colonel. The sun was setting and it's light danced off of the crystal blue water. "Are you sure you weren't followed?" asked ex-United States Colonel Steve Foster.
"I am 100% sure," answered General Bill Parker, "Now, what the hell have you called me half way across the country for?"
"You need to call in the army, navy, air force, CIA, anyone you can get your hands on. The US is in serious trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"For months now I've been investigating a man named..."
BANG!
Steve Foster gasped for air as he looked down at the wound it his chest. As blood oozed out, he clumsily fell to the floor, gripping onto a table cloth as he did so. General Parker hastily pulled his handgun from his belt, almost a knee jerk reaction. He fired off three shots in the direction that the bullet had entered the room. The sniper who shot it however was already gone. General Parker cursed and then ran over to Steve who was bleeding out on the floor. Steve tried to speak but he was running out of air fast. "What was it?" Parker asked, "Who were you investigating?"
"Doragon," he managed to get out as he breathed his last breath and died in the arm of his old general.