A wolf in human's clothing

Prologue

Scotland, United Kingdom,
20 minutes before midnight...

March 31st, 3011...

Colonel Johnson T. Martinson sat in one of his two offices writing on a clipboard with a feathered pen. He has round glasses and a black Military uniform with a U.M.F.U. symbol close to his shoulder on the right sleeve of his uniform and on the front of his cap. His uniform greatly resembles an SS uniform. His peaked cap is black. His office had dark green walls, paper is everywhere on the ground, a slightly dim lamp and a telephone sat on the right side of his desk and a white computer on the left side. His telephone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" He listened to his caller. "Of course, sir. We'll find her, sir. .....Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir." He set the phone down, got up, and walked out the door. He walked through an empty hallway with dark green walls. When he reached the end, he opened the white door and walked into a large room and through two lines of Military tanks. When he got to the end, he opened the glass double door. He walked into a small room with a green Military helicopter and two soldiers standing in front of it. "Good to see you, Colonel Martinson." One of the soldiers said, shaking Colonel Martinson's hand. "Are you ready to take off?" "Yes. I'm ready, lieutenant." Colonel Martinson said. "We must make our way to Indiana immediately. Aris was spotted there by one of our Air Force pilots. Let's move!" "Yes, sir." The soldier said, as he, Colonel Martinson, and the other soldier climbed into the helicopter. The soldiers turned on the motor and the propeller started spinning. I cannot fail my mission. Colonel Martinson thought. I swear, I will find and execute Aris and, hopefully, the U.M.F.U. will be pleased. The helicopter floated in the air and flew off.