James awoke to the sound of his phone receiveing a text message. Looking round he realised he was in his car next to a disused warhouse. He had no idea why he was there or what had happened during the last 24 hours. Picking up his phone he looked at the text that he had just received. It made no sense to him and he had no idea who had sent it. Starting the car he set off with no idea of what he was about to do.

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James pulled up in his usual parking space at work, turned off the engine and stepped out in to the dim light of the underground car park. Looking around and seeing the place was as deserted as ever James entered the lift that would take him into the building above. Pressing the button for the ground floor James stepped back and watched the doors close, still totaly unaware of his actions.

The doors of the lift opened and James exited turing to head straight for the custody suite. Stopping at the desk he pulled out an official looking letter and spoke to the custody Sergeant. ‘I have orders to take this prisoner to Scotland Yard to be handed over to the Teroist unit.’ He said as the Sergeant read thought the letter and took a good look at the photo that was attached.
‘He’s in Cell 1, I’ll get him for you now.’
The Sergeant turned spoke to another officer then the two of them went over to the cells, opened the first cell and walked in. There was a loud screem before a tall man with eyes as green as emeralds walked out and turned towards James. James pulled something out of his pocked and before the man had chance to make another move aimed it at him and he fell to the ground. Moving quickly James dragged the man’s limp body towards the exit door and pressed some buttons on the doors keypad opening it. Making sure there was no one in the custody suite car park he dragged the man outside and towards a patrol car. Pulling a set of keys out of his pocket he quickly opened the car, placed the man on the back seat, jumped in the drivers seat and drove off.