Dylan laid down on the couch. His life had been a wreck for the longest time. Living inside his own apartment after years of living with his father, he could barely afford to pay his bills or his necessities, but he preferred it to living with his father.
Dylan takes another puff of his e-cigarette. He remembered what his landlord said about smoking in his property, but he just doesn't care anymore. All Dylan does during his day off is smoke and lay on the couch, as a good amount of people in their twenties do.
Dylan works at a local fast food restaurant as a manager. He dropped out of college and that was the only place that would take him. He started out as a fry cook before becoming the shift manager. It wasn't a great job, he hated customers, but it was better then being homeless, especially in the current economy.
"I sure wish I could go back to college." he mutters as he gets up and stretches, looking at his messy blond hair from the mirror on the other side of the living room. He clearly hasn't shaved in weeks.
He turns on the television as he walks to his fridge. The television automatically turns onto the local news station, which is airing a breaking news segment. He cracks open an egg and throws it on a pan on the stove top, then walks back to check out the television.
A news reporter, who has appeared to been rushed onto the set, reads from a teleprompter. "We have breaking news from out of Michigan. Today we are reporting that the FBI is looking for three men who ran from state troopers yesterday morning after federal agents performed a search warrant raid on the resident of Mr. Joshua, who is an entrepreneur and on the board of directors for the company CONNECTED OUTER, who's CFO was recently arrested for plotting against the government. Joshua escaped and is believed to have taken two accomplices with him. Currently a manhunt is underway in the state, but no leads have been found. It is urged that those with information regarding these individuals to contact the police."
Dylan shrugs off most of that segment, however, the last part of his sentence catches him off guard.
"Cell phone records from one of the phones showed a lot of communication to a name called OUTER HEAVEN. If you have any information on this group or individual, please contact the police as well."
Dylan stands still, clearly shocked. "Wow" he mutters.
"That's a name I haven't heard in a long time."
The only remaining sound is the sound of the now burnt egg sitting on the stove top, and the news broadcaster speaking another story as Dylan looks to the floor.
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