Chris Daniels had all but finished his assignments as he logged off the computer. He yawned before standing up and making his way to the bed, the sheets were unmade and various items of clothing were strewn around the floor. He flopped down onto the bed as he rolled over on his back, gazing up at the white ceiling he realised the lights were still on. He quickly stood up from the bed and moved hastily to the switch, he was tired and all he wanted to do was sleep, as the light clicked off a flicker from the window beside his computer desk caught his eye,
"Who the hell"
He spoke softly to himself as he left the questions unfinished. Opening up a gap in the blinds he peered out the window, the condensed liquid beads almost obscured any view he had, wiping them away with his sleeve, he let out a sigh and once again the window was fogged up. Another flicker caught his eye and then a whirling noise made him pay a little more attention, a light began to shine down from the sky illuminating his front garden in the small suburban house, before he knew it a helicopter, black and unmarked had parked itself on the road, a stream of men jumped out, all equipped with guns, that's when he noticed the men were heading right for his front door. Chris turned quickly on his heels and called out to his parents as he bounded from his room and down the stairs, a group of men dressed in matching black attire stood there, his parents seemingly unconscious in the grip of the mysterious men, one of them spoke,
"Sir, should we take the kid"
The man, who looked the rest of the squad with the exceptions of four red markings on his jacket sleeve, acknowledged the question with nothing more than a nod. The group of armed assailants moved in on Chris, he turned for the door but it was too late. He struggled for a brief moment before he felt light headed, a small pain in his back shot up his pain as the light faded and he drifted off into unconsciousness.
