The Griggs Spy Organization was a group of individuals fueled with the passion of investigating hidden territories and bases without being as much as noticed by the shady figures that worked there. But on this specific mission that was centered around traveling to a shady so-called gun crafting industry and hunting for answers behind some serious allegations the spy team sent came back a shell of what it was before, physically and mentally.

I hung at the window of the building awaiting the return of Spy Group 006. They had left months ago, and it was nearly unheard of for a group to be gone so long with no answers or signs of their success or failure. Specifically I was worried because my wife, Meghan Truman, had been in that group. As I though this over, running my ring-finger around my curly red hair and touching my bottom lip with my right fingertips, I at last saw the faint shadowy figures of people returning to base. At once a happiness swarmed in the air, excitement burning away the nerves as I with many other raced out of the building to welcome Spy Group 006 back. But as we arrived outside to make out the group, the sight was one to stop everyone in their paths.

The group had originally been composed of thirteen members. Now only three stood before us. A gasp escaped my lips, my eyes scanning them over. They were beaten and had gazes tainted with horror. Two of the three had broken limbs, which they held awkwardly and leaned against each other to stay up. The third one was a good friend of mine, Carolina Viaz. Even as everyone stood in stunned silence I couldn’t stop myself in that moment of panic.

I quickly approached her, stopping a couple feet in front of her. She looked at me with a stare that showed her brain was far away. Her lively blue eyes suken in and distraught. I brought a hand to her shoulder. “What happened Carol?” I hesitated to ask. She dropped her chin and shook her head.

The crowd that had gathered buzzed with anticipation. A few of the crowd ran and grabbed the other two survivors and dragged them to medical bay. I heaved in a short breath. “Carolina, where’s everyone else?”

“Gone.” She whispered. My jaw clenched down harshly causing my teeth to momentarily feel like they’d shatter and my gums prepped to burst.

“As in.. dead? All of them?” I swallowed.

Carolina lifted her chin, looking me in the eyes with a thousand words.

“I’m sorry Stacy, Meghan died.”