Takedown: Prologue
*A/N: This was also the Epilogue for the prequel, Backlash.*
In a small town in Maine near the Canadian border, a man who looks to be about 32, is sitting in a restaurant void of people besides himself and the person working there.
"How far is it to the border?" he asked the worker.
"About 30 minutes, give or take. Why?"
"I'm thinking about visiting and I'm new to the area."
"Where are you from?"
"New York."
"Nice, New York."
"I'm done with my dinner, thank you. How much?"
"Uh, $6.79 is your total."
"Here you go, keep the change."
The man from New York left, got in his Black Ford Mustang, and drove toward the border. He could only think about the girl he loved years ago; what could've happened; where they could have gone. I miss her he thought. His thoughts were anywhere but here. He remembered moonlit walks along the bay. Before he knew it, he was at the border gates. The wait was half an hour, but it would be worth it to get to a place where he could hide.When he got there, he was asked for his passport and drivers license.
"What's your name?" the attendant asked as he accepted the man's credentials.
A pause before, "Damien Martin."