The rundown, abandoned buildings in the city, the sunrise was rising fast behind them. The crisp air was cool, flowing into the hidden laboratory's vents.
Excitement filled the air in the lab, energizing the workers, completing the final tasks in the preparation for the Stalker Missile. The technicians and the researchers focused on finishing the project so they could return home. Within a few hours, they will transfer it to the Air Force.
It was the missile of the future. A pilot could program it with the target's coordinates. Then the missile with speed and accuracy destroyed the target within minutes. The Stalker Missile was the most powerful weapon in the America Government's arsenal.
The workers focused on their tasks, chatting about their future plans with their families, wives, or girlfriends. The red light flashed on the security monitors; they paid no attention.
A group of soldiers dressed in black uniforms carefully march through the underground tunnel led to the lab. These soldiers raced to their target, the missile. They burst into the laboratory and pointed their military rifles at the workers. The technicians and the researchers dumbfounded, staring down at the rifles' barrels. A few seconds later, they were executed.
A tall man with thick brown wavy hair entered, wearing a black leather jacket. He hid his face from the security cameras, using hand signals he commanded his soldiers. He stood, allowing the camera taping the back of his head.
The others completed their tasks, gathering the three smaller missiles. The man pushed a button on a tiny black box with a knight's chess piece emblem on its side.
He dropped the box, tossing it on the floor, and he escaped with the others.