M:I-3 Prologue

:: Paris--December 11th, 2003::

It was a cold, dreary, foggy December night in Paris, France. One of those nights that make you just want to stay inside close to the fireplace with a steaming mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows bobbing in the liquid held tightly in your hands. The wind howled through the trees like a pack of angry wolves and the icy cold breeze bit at your nose and cheeks with great force. A blanket of powdery white snow had fallen softly on the ground earlier that morning and sparkled when the moon would peek from behind the dark grey clouds. Everything seemed peaceful for once. Animals were tucked away tightly in their homes, as well as most of the people that lived in that area. Traffic had slowed down as the night grew on and was now down to a dozen cars here and there cruising at different speeds heading to wherever life lead them.

There was one black van that was of greater importance than the others. It wasn't because of the way it looked, what car brand it was, or how it sailed down the streets. It was the people who occupied the inside that mattered. The actions that just 3 people would carry out in the next hour would be the beginning of an on going war between good and bad.