James had his hands up high. He never thought it would come to this. With such a great even coming up, he thought they would wait till after the event. However, he still found himself staring down the barrel of a pistol. He looked up at the two men. One was wearing a dark, black hat and dark sunglasses. He was wearing straight black from his full suit to his nice shoes. However, he wasn't holding the gun. The man who was had to be straight out of hell itself. He too was wearing a black hat, it partially covering the long, silver like hair. The gleam of hatred in his eyes was such that it could send fear into any who looked into them. The rest of the outfit was similar to his partner.
"You don't want to do this." James said, looking back at the one holding the gun. The man smiled. "Really, why not?" He asked. He looked out the window behind them. The Statue of Liberty looked austere under the spot lights. To the east, the first signs that dawn was approaching hinted at the horizon. "Simple," James responded. "You realize where we're at, don't you?" The man with the silver hair smiled. He would let James live a little longer. Time wasn't of the essence. "Yea," he said. "So what?"
"So what?!" James said, incredulous. "So what? You realize the date! You realize the importance of this building! The investigation will be on a size you have never seen." "Anaki, he's telling the truth. America isn't like Japan in it's investigations." said the man in the sunglasses. There were hints of genuine worry on his face. "Relax. There will be no problems." Without warning, the pistol went off. James fell back-words through the window he had been leaning against, and fell to his death, some hundred stories below. He was dead before he hit the ground. The man with silver hair smiled as the sun finally broke the range of the horizon, causing the tower of freedom of glow like it was the sun. On the other side of the world, a young boy yelled as he jumped out of bed. There was cold sweat rolling down his face. He was having a hard time breathing. He took off his glasses in order to wipe the sweat of his face. The boy was worried, and not for the first time. The nightmare had returned.