1"Well, it's good to see you again Mr. Jackson."

It's the Shadow Man. How did he get here? Did he put me here? Did he arrange all of this? Or, is he just working for a person higher up in the government.

"It seems rude to not answer the man who gave you this humble abode." Said the Shadow Man.

"Where am I? What have you done with me? And, why won't you let me go? I promise I won't publish this in my book."

"That's why I won't let you go. You are still going to publish the book."

"Well, explain to me why you keep knocking me out."

"I don't think that is important at this point in time."

"Well, tell me if you have done anything do Jason."

"Oh, he is fine. He isn't a threat to us. Only you, Mr. Jackson."

And once again, he spun on his heel and disappeared. The past few days have taken a toll on me. My once clean shaven face now has a small raggedy looking beard. My long blond hair is standing up from not being combed in the past 2 days and my head has many cuts and bruises from being hit and thrown around.

Man, I really need to get out of here. I need to get to hospital. I touched my nose. It's definitely broken.

The Shadow Man reappeared carrying some papers. He sat down in the corner of the room and started looking at them. As he was flipping threw the papers I caught a glimpse of one. 9016. 9016 My God! That must be a number in the Conspiracy. The Conspiracy must have called me. No, no, no. It had to have been a coincidence. But I had to find out. But before I could find out, the Shadow Man caught me looking at the papers.

"Wondering about that number," he said.

It's like he can read my mind or something.

"Yes, are you going to tell me, or are you going to repeat you 'In due time' crap again."

"Oh, I shall tell you right now. 8999 is the number of people involved in this conspiracy. The additional 17 is the number of times this conspiracy has been attempted in the past. From the time of Da Vinci him self. And also we are the ones who called you. We tried to get you to answer the phone...for we have bugged it while you ran out of the house before going to the concert."

"That was only for a minute! You had to have had somebody inside my house the whole time waiting for me to leave."

"Yes, we had an operative inside your house. Any way, if you would have answered the phone, a nerve gas would have been released from your phone and it would have been much easier to capture you."

"But, I answered the phone when Jason called and nothing happened." I said

"Yes, another advancement in technology. The gas would have only been released if you answered to that certain phone number. It is run off of phone lines. It was set to release when that certain frequency had reached the phone i.e. 555-9016"

"How did you get so many government agents involved in the conspiracy?"

"In due time."

And with that he sat back down and read some more of his papers.