When I came to again, I didn't feel any pain. When I looked down at my leg, there was nothing there, they had amputated my leg! In its place was a mechanical leg. When I tried to get up, it felt really wierd. I was able to walk, but it was really hard. Then Amy walked in.
"How are you feeling."
"Fine, I'm just not used to my new leg."
"Yeah."
" I know something we have to do, for Ian's sake."
"What?"
" We need to get some help from the police and track down this "organization"
"Agreed, they have killed Ian, and almost killed both of us."
"When do we start," she asks.
"Right now, we can't tell anyone, but let's go." We head out of the hospital, and ask the police to try to track the letter. They were able to track the letter to the east side of Cleveland in an abandoned warehouse.
"Let's go," I say. What we didn't realized is that we we'd walking into something much bigger than we thought.
