Fredrick awoke with incredible pain in his head. The vision in his left eye was blurry and his right one was covered by some type of cloth. The pain was incredible. He tried to move but found that his hands were bound behind his back. As he flexed them, more waves of pain shot up his left arm to the shoulder. Wincing, he noticed he was laying on his side.
We're moving, he thought. Must be in some kind of truck or van.
"Seems your awake now, just try and enjoy the ride"
He looked up and tried to clear his vision by squinting. "Do you know what you have done?"
"I sure do my friend", said the voice. "In fact, I know more than you think. I know your friends will be looking for you even now, so we need to
get ourselves settled and have a little conversation. My friends and I are very interested in some of the matters you folks seem to want kept
"You will be killed for this. It's only a matter of time until they find us", Frederick stated trying to get the sound of fear out of his voice.
"Only if you still had your transmitter", the voice stated evenly. "I'm sorry I had to remove your left pinky finger. We don't have surgery tools
in the field and certainly no time to use them if we did."
"Who are you?"
"You already know that my friend."
Frederick remembered the name. Exodus. Some type of phantom that had shown up a dozen or so times over the last few years and taken classified
materials before they could be secured. Frederick's team would show up in their black cars or helicopters and demand total control, taking material,
forcing witnesses to be quiet, and in some cases...making witnesses disappear altogether. Then one day five years ago, something went wrong. Eight men
were sent out with Team Leader Sanchez, and none returned. A second team was dispatched to find a grizzly scene. Seven men were dead in a corn field.
Killed by extreme blunt trauma, enough to break bones and shatter skulls. The sole survivor was laying nearby with two broken arms. It was Sanchez.
All Sanchez knew when he was debriefed, was that his team hit the ground and started gathering any materials left behind from the encounter. Frederick
thought it was standard abduction scene, so there was probably only the abductee, confused and missing time. If it was female then perhaps she
pregnant or newly relieved of the fetus. One never knew until the MedChecks, but Sanchez never said if there was an abductee. He only had said that
suddenly a dark-haired man simply stepped out of the tall corn right in front of them. He was wearing gray slacks, a gray turtleneck shirt, and a
black leather jacket.
"It's time for you to go friends. I am Exodus", the man stated.
Sanchez had said it wasn't what he said, but how he said it that was unnerving.
Then the man grinned slightly and Sanchez had seen a strange look in his blue-gray eyes. Seven men killed and one wounded in seconds, according to the
story. No mercy. No quarter. An eight man team of former SEALs, Rangers, and other various operators of war, who had disappeared for their country to
keep the secrets that needed to be kept. They had skills and weapons yet didn't stand a chance. Since then, there had been other Exodus sightings,
but nothing as destructive as that day. Prints were negative. Security camera pictures could not get a good photo, it seemed that he knew exactly
where the cameras were at all times. Just a phantom.
Then one week ago, Frederick's team was assigned to watch a Mr. Edward Burke, computer programmer in New York city. From the briefing he had, this
Burke was sloppy in hacking the DoD computers. He left his trail like a neon sign. What drew attention, was that this unskilled hacker actually gained
access to Level One of PRIME, the secure system his department used for cover operations. How he had done it, nobody knew.
Now, this Burke turned out to be Exodus himself. He'll pay for this Frederick thought. The van came to a stop and the side door opened interrupting
the darkness with bright, blinding light.
"Lean up and I'll help you."
Frederick squinted trying to see his surroundings. All white. White light, white walls, white furniture. Even the van he just stepped from was white.
Two others were in the room, a woman with pure white hair and dark skin sitting calmly in a chair. The other one a blond male standing arms folded
just to her side. They both wore clothes that were all white, the first a flowing dress and the second, a jumpsuit of some type.
"Welcome Mr. Kurtz or shall I call you Frederick?"
"Who the hell are you people? Nobody knows me! Nobody!"
"Calm down Frederick", the woman stated in a calm tone. "You may call me Mother. We have very little time and there are a few things I must know.
Therefore, I will ask you some questions and you will provide answers. Understand?"
"You can all go to hell for all I care", he said still looking at the intense man standing next to this "Mother". "I'm not saying anything. You
have all committed serious acts against the Government of the United States. You will be caught."
"Indeed Frederick, perhaps we wish to be caught" she said, smiling at him like a child. "Now, I have some questions and it won't hurt a bit. In
fact don't even answer them. Just let me ask you and see what you think."
The man next to her chuckled at the remark.
"Thank you Exodus. We will handle this for now."
"As you wish Mother." Turning to Frederick he whispered, "sorry about the finger mate, nothing personal."
Frederick could hear him striding from the room as Mother rose from her chair.
"Now then. Let us begin, shall we?"
[Edited on 30-3-2004 by ZeddicusZulZorander]