div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="727c87135c24b3962a3abf6eb6cbf3f6"Sean Ember looked at the business card. "This has to be a joke." He flipped it over in his hand and looked at the logo. The Foundation, a strange gear like symbol representing what is supposedly a secret organization. He decided to give it a shot and call the number. "Hello , thank you for considering our offer. The transport team will arrive at your home shortly." The dial tone sounded as the mysterious woman ended the call. "...Wait...WHAT!" There was a knock on the door, Sean slowly opened it to find a man in a labcoat. "Welcome to the Foundation." he said holding out his hand. "You'll learn my name and everything else in good time, but we need to get you in that van fast."/div
div style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;" data-p-id="d05bc84316244c4e1cb70a6c9950b174"He gently nudged Sean over to a armored van, like you'd keep money in, and helped him inside. "I never agree-" The door slammed shut and the doctor climbed into the car, thats when Sean noticed the armed guards. "What did I get myself into?"/div