Confidential
Prologue
April 16, 2023
Name: Mick Doyle
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Wanted for: Murder, Assault
Mission: Kill the President
3:47 A.M
The basement was suprisingly comfortable tonight, despite the dark and dreary scenery it provided.
I sat at the desk, beer in hand, working eagerly on my latest project. The gunshots and cries blaring from the
television to my right helped me focus my thoughts. They were sounds of success. I turned up the volume a
bit more. It was a military movie, it showed how vulnerable army men truly are; how easy to fool. I jotted
down everything, for I would be needing it later.
I sat alone, running the near future through my head. I glanced over to the corner of my desk, my
silver gun glistening in the dim lamp light. I nodded to myself, lost in thought, and chuckled.
"I won't lose this time."
I had been caught before, it's true. Did my time in jail, and learned a thing or two along the way. And
these things would be the key to my victory in just a few short weeks.
I threw my pencil down and leaned back in my chair. I guzzled the beer, down to the last drop. I lifted the
papers and held them to my face.
"Mickey 'ol boy, you are a genius." I grumbled, scanning over my well set plan.
"An absolute genius."
I placed them carefully with my latest discovery; the discovery that will end it all. I hoped the FBI wasn't
missing their "Top Secret" documents too much. It was mine now.
I clicked off the lamp and peered out my window at the New York skyline.
"Goodnight, Mr. President," I grinned slyly, staring at the glowing sky.
"I'll see you soon."