Night fell and Dominic fell asleep. His alarm went off in what felt like an hour. "Erg..." He mumbled. He arose from his restless slumber. It wasn't even his first month here, yet he feels exhausted. His roommate was gone and he found a tablet slid under his door. Getting closer, he realized it was actually a piece of paper. On it was messily scrawled. HIs brain mistaken a paper for a tablet, you think he can read this. He flipped it over and he noticed something more prominent 4293. It was written semi-neatly. He couldn't place that number, but it sounded so familiar. His tired brain couldn't wrap around it. Intrigued and his interest piqued, he turned on the light. He was greeted by a format and a little note.
Name: Greyson Schiller
Age: 21
Weight:143
Height:5'9"
Alive or Deceased: Alive
He is known to be kidnapped by assassins, if found, must kill him. He knows too much
His mind went wild, who's Greyson? Who sent him this letter, and most importantly, why kill him? Now, he shouldn't care about what a random stranger, but this is wrong. He was kidnapped with both people wanting to kill him. HIs main pressing question is who's 4293. He walked out and saw a cloaked figure. Feeling adrenaline pump in his veins. He forgot his dagger so he took off. The figure was cloaked in darkness, Dominic ran, "Halt!"
His voice rang out through the hall. He prayed that his neighbors aren't crabby when they awake suddenly. He ran through the halls, his feet thundering. The figure looked behind his shoulders and saw familiar eyes. It caused Dominic to lose focus and fall and knock over a few badges and medallions. A wide eye alert staff walked out, brandishing a gun on his side. "What are you doing Agent Watt."
"I saw someone in assassin gear next to my dorm after sliding a letter in my room. And I went to catch the person"
"This is your first week and you could have died. "
"But I didn't. The only thing wounded is my pride and ego, oh, and elbows."
He didn't crack a smile. "Do you have any associations with assassins or know what assassins are."
"They are an insurgency. A rebel. A criminal. "
"Yes. Now go fetch that note of sorts and carry on."
He turned around then faced the staff member once more. "Oh and sir?"
"Hmm?"
"Who's Greyson?"
His mouth opened then closed. He finally spoke. "I have no idea, Mr. Watt."
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