-Chapter 1-
V sat in the large desk chair and gazed intensely at a dozen computer screens. Ones with images of an dull apartment somewhere in the suburbs. Plain soft yellow walls, basic carpet, contemporary furniture. Except for one. A study of sorts. A cork board with pictures from security cameras and missing posters hung on one wall above a small, twin size bed. The bed looked as if it hadn't been touched in days, the sheets were folded over the pillow, untouched by human hands. The other side of the room had a single computer screen, which in front of sat a man. His black hair was lightly tousled and half covered his bright green eyes, shielded with glasses. He wore a dark brown suit jacket that matched well with his solid dark olive tie. In his free hand he had a white mug with a dark brown, almost black liquid. Coffee. He took a sip and continued to read articles on his computer. V sighed. He has no idea, V thought, I need to get him out of there.
Michael had been pulling an allnighter. As he had been for a couple days now. He took a sip of his coffee and went back to the article on his computer. It was about a drug cartel using different ways to ship drugs like ecstasy and Cocaine out of Columbia and into the United States.
"...This cartel, street named The Black Sun because of its signature mark of a black ten pointed star, had made 50 kilos of ecstasy and 100 kilos of Cocaine, originally from Columbia, simply disappear off the face of the planet and reappear in various places in the worst suburbs of the coastal states: Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, and California..."
He glanced down the the writer. Ben Farris. He minimized the page and studied another with a grim expression. It was an obituary for a John Benjamin Farris. The picture showed a man in his early twenties, medium long sandy hair, brown eyes. Cause of death: accidental. He had been driving his car to see his publisher when he suddenly lost control of the vehicle and crashed into the side of a building complex.
Accidental my ass...
The Black Sun wasn't just a drug cartel. They were a highly organized crime syndicate. Another article. A house burning in the United Kingdom, 16 years ago. A family of three, father, John Arthur Valentine,45; mother, Britannia Felicity Valentine II, 43; and daughter, Britannia Victoria Valentine III, 7; were killed in a house fire supposedly caused by a gas leak. The father was a highly wealthy land owner. Just before he died he was trying to buy a track of land that was being used by the Black Sun for whatever reasons.
Michael leaned back on his chair and rubbed his eyes. And that's when his screen went black.
The hell...
Green letters, like programming scripts, appeared on the screen.
I am V.