Prologue

Dangerous era(1992 with 2012's advance technology)

Prologue

June 24th 1992

Sunday, 10:23 PM

Los Angeles, California

Walking through the dark parking lot to his car, Michael was just now leaving a meeting that was supposed to have ended 30 minutes ago. He hated when meetings carried on for too long, he was ready to go home, with the addition of exhaustion. The only sound Michael could hear was the clacking of his loafers. It was quiet, maybe too quiet.

He stopped in his tracks, sensing a sudden presence. Too dark for him to see anything, he had to use his ears.

He said out loud," It is way too late for this. I want to go home." There was a brief silence, then a small chuckle from an unknown voice. Michael continued," I see nothing funny with these situations. You know that. This is dangerous." adding emphasis to every other word. Someone was walking towards him, from behind. He didn't move, or he'd be killed; he had to wait for the right time. " Michael," said an average male voice," Why don't you just give up. You'll never win."

Michael cringed, for the man was now behind him. He quivered his words," Win? Like I said, this isn't a game. " The man chuckled again and some type of metal click sound made Michael reach into his front pocket. He maneuvered himself facing the man that was supposedly going to put him to his doom.

They both had their guns up pointed to one another's head. Michael kept a straight face and said," Oh, you didn't know i had one too?" The other man's conceited smile began to fade away.

" Now either you lower the gun, or we both die. Your choice." said Michael. The light above them flickered increasing the anticipation between them both. Michael's face showed no fear but inside he was terrified. The man in front of him had fear written all over him.

" Make your choice." Michael's words sent chills throughout his enemy's body. He then began to lower his gun from his head and then once Michael saw the gun slowly raising back up, he shot.

The other man flat out motionless on the ground, blood coming from his head.

Michael stood there for a minute, took out his phone and sent a message to one of his body guards. He looked at the man one last time and went to his car and headed home. On the way there, he began thinking to himself, what am I becoming? About 30 minutes later, he made it back to his Californian beach house. Michael prepared himself for bed, grabbed his laptop and turned on the TV.

He got in his chat room to talk to his friends from the other side of the States.

" Look who finally got on, what took you so long? haha" one of them asked. Michael scratched the back of his head, then typed," hahah, yeah I know. Sorry, the meeting went on longer than I expected lol." Half of that was true but it wasn't completely true. None of them would expect what's going on with him, but they believed his words.

Someone knocked on the door... Michael called for them to come in, it was one of his body guards. " We took care of it Mr. Jackson." he said in a low manner. Michael nodded and he left. There was one thing going through his head and it kind of bothered him. Whether he was the good guy or the bad.

He said to himself," Who's side am I on?"