Prologue

2100 Hours – Thursday
Boston Massachusetts U.S.A

“Roberts, Let’s go. They are about to go in.”

Roberts looked back at his partner with daze, as if he had just woke up. His thoughts came back together and marched towards the door following her. His back cracked as his middle aged body started to move. His height matched his weight perfectly, and his body was sculpted nicely. His dark brown hair went well with his green eyes and his tanned skin. He wore a black leather jacket and his long legs were defined by the khakis he had just bought days earlier.

“Mind telling me what the hell I’m doing here again?” Mark Roberts said jokingly, knowing it irritates everyone around him. She didn’t answer back I guess it’s about to end he thought. They stepped out of the armoured van, and walked at a quick pace towards the Captain.

“Evening Morrison, we just about ready to go in?” asked Lynn, Mark's' beloved partner. She was about 6'0 with stunning features. Tall and bright eyed , a blonde with streaks of black, and with an attitude to suit, her body made Mark breathe slightly slower, and once in a while, he would even lose his train of thought.

“Yes Ma’am, C-198 squadron is ready to proceed on your orders!” Morrison explained quickly, as if he was threatened by Lynn. She stared at his eyes for a while, finally smirking and grabbing hold of the radio, and putting it up to her lips.

“Listen up, Squadron C – 198 will enter the building clearing the area. Once found empty and clear whoever is authorized will follow. Understood?” She waited a moment. Responses came pouring in, and she smiled.

“C – 198 Go!” And by God they went.

The squad leader held up to fingers, signalling 2 armoured men to enter first. After breaking the door with a double-ended ram they ran into the vacant 2 story building. Mark, Lynn and Morrison stood outside and waited. Moments seemed as if they were as long as minutes and the humidity in the air limited Mark's thoughts.

“Clear!”

“Clear!” Countless yells of the same word over and over were finally interrupted by the squadron leader. “It’s all clear, move out!” And as fast as they entered the building, they retreated.

Lynn was anxious to go in. She wanted to find the parcel, after all the sweat and tears she put into this 5 month operation, nothing would stop her from finding it. The curiosity was killing her. The nights of sleep deprivation were finally getting to her. As Lt. Lynn and Mark marched towards the entrance of the condo, his cell phone rang.

“Go on ahead Lynn; I’ll be right with you.” Roberts mentioned as he unhooked his cell phone, watching his partner walk away, thinking why didn’t I ask her out? He answered momentarily after she entered the house.

“Yes, Detective Roberts speaking.” He questioned.

“Hi is this Mark Roberts?” the voice of a friendly and warm man asked in response.

“Yes this is him.” Mark responded anxiously.

“Oh good, look in-front of you,” Roberts looked up, “and watch closely you bastard, you get to live now, but next time you’ll go too.” the caller hung up. His friendly warm voice changed into a psychopathic and dynamic tone.

What… Oh God no... Before he could yell out her name, he was thrown on his back.

10 meters before him, the building exploded in flames. The windows shattered into millions of pieces, and the screams of burned victims pierced his ears. He was thrown 2 meters back, and the shockwave moved police cars. He put his arms over his head, and put himself into a fetal position, hoping he would be protected from the shrapnel.

Moments after an object pierced his right thigh. The pain was unbearable. He screamed in pain, and fought away the urge to grab the injury. Another intense pain pulsed in his elbow, and then his back. Don’t let me die, don’t let me die! He then lost consciousness.

Oh god... Oh god Lynn...