Winston was jolted awake by loud banging on the front door. He rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was, and when he opened the door, what he saw was both relieving—and horrifying.
It was the Organization. Armed with guns.
"You need to help us. We're at war," one of them said.
Winston stood there, stunned. "But… my daughter. She's only six. She can't take care of herself alone!"
The Organization member raised his gun and aimed it directly at Winston.
"You don't have a choice. You signed the contract."
Winston was horrified—but he had no choice but to comply.
"Fine. I'll do it. But keep my daughter out of this. She's innocent."
The member smirked with amusement. "For now."
Fury rose inside Winston. All he wanted to do was pummel the Organization member, but the others were heavily armed. He decided it wasn't a rational decision. He followed them to the Organization headquarters—a small cabin in the woods, though most of the building was underground.
In the massive basement, soldiers were scattered about, loading guns and preparing equipment.
"You must be Winston," said a calm voice from behind.
When he turned around, what he saw made his blood run cold.
There stood a Sandeth.