MEMORY ADDRESS 07C3
FEBRUARY 18TH 1987
LIMOGES, FRANCE
"I know how you feel Jacques-"
"No you do not know! You do not know how it feels to have your own wife and unborn child be murdered in front of your own eyes by an uncaring and drunken driver!" Yelled Jacques, his suit already moistened with his own tears.
The man he was yelling at was his brother. He had a name, but said name would not be uttered again in this place.
The man sighed and walked off, clearly hurt from his brother's outburst.
So now Jacques stood alone in a cemetery lot, contemplating his life until this point. He has had a promising career in the French Senate so far, but now?...
Now he has lost his only reason to keep going. He only wanted enough just to support his wife, But now?
He felt hollow inside, staring at the two graves, until a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Jacques quickly spun around to see a slightly older man wearing glasses.
"My condolences for your loss. But I do believe you have some friends who may help you through these tough times."
The older man simply handed him a business card with a seal of some sorts.
"Do not hesitate to call Jacques. We will be waiting."
He looked down at the card and up at the man, who began to walk off.
"What is your name sir?"
The man stopped and replied.
"Keel Lorenz, a pleasure to meet you and possibly work with."
Jacques looked at the card and read the words underneath the 7 eyed symbol.
"Überm Sternenzelt richtet Gott, wie wir gerichtet"
He flipped it over to see a French phone number.
Should he call?
He pocketed the card and sighed.
Tomorrow is another day…