It was early morning, the highway brigh lay deserted, the area around it in ruins. Dilapidated buildings were slowly crumbling under the wieght they had been baring on their old frames for too long. Sam looked over the dry, dying grass, a rusted part jutted from the dead shrubery. He approached the site.
*snap*
Sam turned. A glock M19's barrel glared at his face.
Bricklayer- ah, its you, nice of you to join me.
He lowered the gun.
Sam- good to see you too friend, so, I need help.
Bricklayer- CIA now have turned on all allied assassins, that includes you. An escort of 3 black cars was sent to detain you. Non survived.
Sam- how do you?
Bricklayer- know that? Thats Oracle's job, well Cary's job. Shes my contractor.
Sam-ah, I see.
Bricklayer- before I can help you there's one test...
He hands Sam a note.
Bricklayer- meet me here, 07:00 tommorrow, they'll be looking for you.
Sam- who are?
Bricklayer- the test makers.
Sam turned and using his exo boosted far enough to reach his Camaro. After spinning the wheels on loose gravel the '69 chevrolet pulled away. 3 figures emerged around where it had been.
Bricklayer- contract states dont kill him, so dont....