"In god we trust gentlemen, and we are gods. We trust each other. We lead each other. We respect each other. We are a machine. We live as one. We stand united. United we Stand."
A man with short, jet black hair stood at a conference table. He was wearing a suit. You could see the integrity and hardship in his eyes. He was tired, but not through age. He had seen a lot.
Everyone at the table followed the man when he stood up. As more of the men's faces came into light, you could see that they were all exactly the same person. I was standing amongst the men. I was one of the men. We all left the conference room and went down to the laboratory. Nobody was fazed by what was ahead or behind us.
The lab was clinical, almost like a morgue. There was a smell of death and fire. We walked over to a chamber. This was no chamber. All of the men looked at me. Everyone slid on a pair of sunglasses that blocked out even the fires of hell.
I was the only man to enter the chamber, I was the chosen one. I was briefed about my mission. I was told to go in and kill a man who threatened our society. His name was drew macfarlane. I felt my legs give out, and I hit the ground hard.
