Prologue

June 7, 2010

He has trained for this. His life had no meaning before this day and any breath taken before this moment didn't matter. He had no mother who used to feed him sandwiches when she got off from work after two jobs. He had no father who had abandoned them when he was little. He had no lovers or friends. No family. No religion. No self. He was now born into something new; something ruthlessly coiled and ready to strike.

Everything was the mission and he and his team would execute it to the fullest of his abilities even to his and their death. There was only one thing certain. One future promised.

President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was not going to live to see sunset.