Prologue

      Being summoned by the baddest criminal in town really makes a guy feel special. Not only did he request my presence he also has an assignment for me. He rarely gives out assignemts but when he do they are usually for a bigger scheme. This guy pays big bucks for whoever he hires. That is why many people don't rat him out to the police. The police never offer enough reward money and he always has more money then the police could ever offer. I feel special just knowing the guy. Once I pulled up in his driveway my heart rate accelerated as his two guards ushered my into this room. I have heard about this room. The most brilliant and successful schemes have been hatched in this very room but when I came in, all I saw was a basement with sketches of machines. It wasn't as impressive as I had first hoped but still it was a honor being there. 
      It was basically a wooden basement with a few lawn chairs. A large desk was placed in the center of the room. The desk had tons of monitors that showed every aspect of the house. I could see the kitchen which had dirty dishes everywhere. Then he had a computer on the desk. A pen and pad was placed next to them to the computer. If it wasn't for the opening of the door, Mr. Hyde wouldn't have even acknowledged that I had came in. He was too focused on his work to care who entered he basement.
      The guard on my right with the black Mohawk shoved me into a nearby lawn chair. The other with long blond waves just closed the door and stood outside. "Welcome," said Dr. Hyde as he swiveled in his chair. His hands were clamped together and his white beard was already thicker from the last time I had seen him. His seemingly innocent brown eyes shimmered under the lamp light. "Do you know why I have called you here, Grasshopper?"
      "Because of my expertise as an assassin," I said.
      He gave a bellowing laugh at my assumption. "Correct, but that isn't the only reason. See you are the only one qualified for a job like this. I trust you." He stood up and shuffled to the whiteboard. Years of crimes took a toll on him. He had a picture of Byron Armstrong, a famous counterspy and hacker. "This man is an amazing spy and is very useful to the government but he is destroying our society."
      "The society of crime," I said.
      He nodded. "Yes, the society of crime. I need him dead and you are the only man I trust. If I get any of these other baboons to do it, they could double cross me. I know that you need money for your mom and I have come to think of us as close friends even if we first met in the downtown area." I smiled in my head at the thought. He was bully a guy about money. One of the guards held him by his feet so he was upside down. I was a block away trying to hide a murder scene when we both heard the police sirens. We both had accidentally ran inside the same house. That was a couple of days ago but I still can recall it like it was yesterday.
      "I think I might be interested but before I can confirm anything I must have more information," I said. A troubled glint sparkled in his eye but it quickly went away. I ignored it as a trick of the light.
      "Smart man, many just dive right into the assignment without fully knowing what they are getting themselves into." He trudged to his desk and lifted some papers. "This explains everything. It mainly talks about his location, information on him and his latest accomplishments and I even gathered some weak spots. In these papers are the things that you have to do like get into Brookhaven Prep. That is where he works."
      I interrupted him when I heard of the school. "Brookhaven Prep, as in the most secured place on planet. It is nearly impossible to break in there and no one knows its exact location unless you have been sent an invitation to apply." 
      "Ah, but luck is on your side. I know a lady who works there. She has been there undercover for the last 10 years. I feel confident enough to send you to her. As for the location, it is all in the papers which you may read over if you don't believe me." 
      That is exactly what I did. I scanned each page until I was done. He was right. It explained everything he just said. I did have enough courage to accept his proposal. "Everything is in order but why are you putting in so much effort in Byron Armstrong. He doesn't have anything to do with your side. He mainly keeps things in order like government secrets. He has nothing to do with criminal actions like ours."
      "Well Grasshopper, that is for me to know and for you to die trying to figure out." He smiled a wicked, devious smile. He himself had secrets and you would never expect what he was up to until he exposed it to the whole world. Last year it was a secret NASA program that was successful. It was so successful they he was able to force them close down the exploration to the moon program. No one knows how he talked them into it or why he wanted that shit down. "Do you accept it?"
      "I guess so," I said. I didn't feel too comfortable breaking into a high secured school but I would do anything for money. 
      "Marvelous," He said. The guards handed me extra paper and some diagrams of the school. He had obviously put additional work into the project. I grabbed the pen they offered to me and I signed the contract. If I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have been so quick to sign it. "You may go once you have finished. Bison, show him the way out. With a wave of his hand, Bison that had the black mohawk took me to my car.
      He glared at me for a bit but I ignored it. It was only until I was settled into my car that he finally said something. "I'm sorry about your mom." He shrugged before he strolled back into Dr. Hyde's house.
      I had to breathe in and out to calm myself down. It was hard to think of my mom. Just last month a tornado hit her in Nevada. She was injured from head to toe. Unfortunately, her insurance didn't cover the medical bills. She only has me to depend upon for money and support. If I don't get money soon, the hospital will take her house away or what is left of it. Then she'll end up n the streets. She can't live with me because I live too far for her and my job makes it hard for me to stay in one place. This is our last hope.