Hey! This is my first fic that I have posted although I have been reading fanfic for some time. I would really appreciate it if you reviewed my story. I would like to know what I could do to improve it and what you like so I can know what to keep doing. Please don't just say that you hated it, give a reason why!
Note: THIS IS JUST THE PROLOGE, DON'T THINK THAT I AM STOPPING HERE!
Characters: They will include all regulars of Roswell and of course the one mentioned in this one, also the regulars from the Pretender.
Time: this takes place after Nicholas met his death' on Roswell, and sometime in the Pretender, I can't say exactly, probably in season two.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Pretender or Roswell they belong to their rich owners out in Hollywood not me. Oh yeah I am not making any money off of this!
Project: Contact
The young man walked through the doors of the intimidating building full of confidence. People much older than him made their way through cold lobby like faceless drones, not even bothering to look at the teen who was out of place in both dress and age. But what went unnoticed was the look of pure evil in his eyes made him fit right in with the people in that building. The young man approached the registration desk and a large guard asked for identification. The young man smiled as a cat might who had just swallowed a canary while he produced a card from his pocket and handed it to the guard who proceeded to swipe it through the machine.
"Ok Mr. Nicholas Whitaker I hope you enjoy your visit to The Center. You will be meeting with Mr. Parker and Mr. Raines in the tower; let me show you the way.
" Thank you very much. I am sure my stay will be productive for both me and your organization." Nicolas grinned as he followed the burly man. He could not wait to put his plan into motion.