Prologue

#TheBegining #Preface #BenJohn

7:45:59 AM...

As he descended the stairs, his surroundings appeared hazy and surreal, like an unsettling dream. But his focus was drawn to a distressing sight downstairs – a figure lying motionless in a pool of blood. Without a second thought, he rushed towards her, desperate to save her.but his efforts were interrupted by the appearance of two menacing figures, towering over him, guns pointed in his direction, their wicked laughter echoing through the air. The deafening sound of gunshots pierced the silence, and Ben jerked awake, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his breath heavy with fear.

His face bore a mix of apprehension and confusion, his furrowed eyebrows revealing the lingering distress from the nightmare. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the jarring noise of his phone's alarm, shattering the remnants of the dream.

Jumping out of bed, Ben hastily silenced the alarm, realizing he had overslept. The time on his phone displayed 7:50, signalling the urgency to get ready for work. He noticed several missed calls and messages, each one marked as urgent, demanding his attention but he couldn't ponder them for long.

Discarding his phone on the table, Ben hurried to the bathroom, where he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The face that stared back at him seemed fraught with confusion, frustration, and a hint of sadness, reflecting the burdens he carried within.

After a refreshing shower, he selected a suitable shirt and trousers for the day ahead. His gaze fell upon his trusty jacket, decorated with the logo of the FBI on the back. The sight of it reminded him of his commitment to his work, to uphold justice, and to confront the dangers that plagued the world.

With a glance at the clock showing 7:59:59 AM, Ben grabbed his jacket and stepped out of his modest flat. Making his way to the eastern part of the compound, he reached his BMW parked there. As he settled into the driver's seat, he tossed his black bag onto the seat beside him before closing the door with a determined thud. The engine roared to life, and he set off towards the day's challenges, fully aware that he was stepping into the realm where nightmares and reality converged, and where his dedication to the FBI mission would be put to the test.

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N/B: Do take note, the Events in this novel take place in a day, 24 hours starting from 8 AM which is the next chapter.

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