Prologue

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It started in New York City. In the dead of the night, money and property were stolen. Nobody was caught. Soon it wasn't just in the night and there were people dropping dead. High and powerful people. Obviously targeted. Assassinated. It spread like a wildfire across the country and flames jumped the ocean. People were starting to give up on ever finding this person.

A special selected group of C.S.I members were given the task of hunting down the mystery man and serving justice. They didn't know it would be so hard. So far, after almost two years, they haven't got much closer.

Jack Wills is the mystery man, but it's not that simple. No one can find a Jack Wills. He gets away with everything and has only been seen once.

It's the ultimate mystery of a

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The lady stared at the computer screen. Her co-worker never even finished her sentence. She was a reporter and was doing an article on the mysterious 'Jack Wills' and apparently he didn't like that. Another missing person. Some go missing, some die. Papers full of notes were scattered across the desk. She knew better then to touch them, as the C.S.I would search for fingerprints. They never found them though. Some notes were circled or highlighted. They were in a hurried writing like the person had ideas popping into her head as she was writing. Those caught her attention so she bent over to read them.

-only seen once

-no one knows how his name was found

-18 banks

-6 museums

-29 mansions

-3 castles

-15 assassins

All those numbers were guesses, because he never got caught. One caught her attention and made her consider.

-is Jack Wills even a man? And not a woman?

No one has ever thought about that before.

Unexpectedly she felt an intense pain than nothing as her body hit the floor. The person who stood behind her put their gun back in their pouch and tossed a lit match on the desk.

It went up in flames and the mystery person climbed out the open window of the six floor building and dropped to the ground.

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