The grass flickered as light breeze went through the air on the sunny afternoon.
A Father with his 5 children sat on the grass watching the ducks slowly wander into the river and swam away. Sam had been wanting to spend a day with his children for a long time but due to his busy work schedule didn't have much time to have quality time with them all.
Sam was working for a company who dealt with extreme matters. From mass murders to impossible evil schemes from mentally unwell people. There was always a matter to attend to when it came to his life.
He joined up with the government's secret organisation called IPS, which stood for In Plain Sight when he turned 30. After serving in the army and working as a prison guard, two people approached Sam on his 30th birthday and that's when life became even more complicated for him, and it has continued that pattern for 25 years.
He tried to balance his personal life with his work life but was only limited to seeing his wife on certain days which 5 out of those many days she would conceive a child. His eldest child being 18 was only just finishing school and sorting out where to go next, he had a lovely girlfriend that Sam had only heard of but never had meet due to his work schedule. Sam also had two daughters both 11 and 9.
Constantly arguing with each other over the smallest things, like whose clothes were better, who could have the last slice of cake and other petty little things. Sam hated the fact that he never fully got to watch them grow.
His youngest sons were twins and they were conceived only months after his last daughter was born. The twins were special in their own ways. Both very silent but very smart even though a condition during their first months being alive caused their brains to not pick up on things when they were meant to. Sam knew everything that he was doing for IPS was for a good cause but he missed a lot when it came to his kids and he sacrificed so much to be making the world a better place.
His job at IPS caused his marriage to breakdown and a couple of years after joining IPS his wife filed for a divorce which shattered Sam but due to his work, he had to keep on moving.
Every week a new case was handed to him and by the end of the week, the case would be closed. He worked his way through the ranks of IPS and after 25 years is considered one of the best agents working for IPS. It was a good feeling to know his work had paid off, that he was respected by all the other IPS employees but it could never feel the hole in his heart that was left after missing everything to do with his kids.
As the light started to disappear with the sun beginning to hide behind the hills, Sam and his kids headed to the car so he could drop the off home.
It was routine now to Sam when he had a day off. Drive to his ex wife's house, pick up the children, go out for the day, drive them back home and then go home himself. He said his goodbyes as his kids left the car and headed to the front door. They turned and waved goodbye before they entered their front door and shut it behind them, leaving Sam not knowing when he would see them again.
Sam sat in his car for a minute processing what his life had become, another routine that had been set in place naturally, every time he would leave his children. This time it would not last a minute as his phone buzzed with a message.
'Get to IPS safe house ASAP'
Sam read the message and as seconds nature, drove off to another job for the IPS. Sam Arrived at the location of the IPS safe house, as he did every other time he had a case brought to him. Sam realised as he did the secret knock of the IPS, how routine and planned his life was.
The door opened and inside stood a girl in black tight leggings and a yellow Dr Neo Cortex jumper, who she was a big fan for and the Crash Bandicoot game franchise. Her hair was bunched up in her black beanie to the warm weather that graced them earlier in the day had begun dropping once the sun was gone and the moon had risen. The girl was in her mid-twenties as she had only turned 25 a couple of months ago. Sam remember because she had an ice cream cake that had accidentally melted before unboxing it.
"What is the case Grace?" Sam asked as he approached the table she was standing at.
Grace opened up the laptop sitting on the table and started hitting the laptop keys with her fingertips. In a matter of seconds, an email popped up and Sam began to read.
"September 17, 2013
From: 10260110756
To: Gracesights
Subject: Tip\Illegal Activity at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems

You don't know me. Have to make this quick. They might be monitoring.

I did 2 weeks of software consult at MURKOFF Psychiatric Systems Facilities in Mount Massive. All sorts of NDA's i am very much breaking right now but seriously, fuck those guys.

Terrible things happening there. Don't understand it. Don't believe half the things I saw. Doctors talking about dream therapy going to deep, finding something that had been waiting for them in the mountain. People are being hurt and MURKOFF is making money.

It needs to be exposed"

Sam looked at Grace with worry is his eyes. He stood up and looked at her, analysing how she could possibly be feeling and he realised it is the same feeling he has. Something big must be happening at the Mount Massive Asylum but the way the anonymous tip wrote the email, he sounds terrified. Something unnatural was happening in Mount Massive and Sam knew it because his gut instinct was never wrong.
"What do we do?" Grace asks worried.
Sam thought about all the possibilities that could possibly happen going into Mount Massive, the last he had heard about the Asylum was that it was a place where the criminally insane went. He even had sent a couple of people there due to how insane some of their plans were but now something was big was going on.
Sam knew this wasn't a task for anyone at the IPS organisation but maybe for a program that IPS had worked on over time for an instance were a normal IPS team could get potentially hurt or killed when on a case. Sam looked over at Grace and spoke only 4 words
"Activate Falcon Riders Program"