Midnight, your city

It’s been a hard night. You’ve fought and chased and been hit for the past three hours. It’s always something (you think) as you take another mouth-full of asphalt. You pull yourself up to continue the chase, only to have lost contact with your prey.

You slap the surface in disgust.

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” A voice says in the darkness. A man steps out of the shadow, he’s tall and wearing a trenchcoat over some kind of jump suit. He carried himself like a fed.

“My name is Rod Bellar.” He began, “Director of AEGIS. And, if you have time, I’d like for you to join me at this address and time.” He sets on the ground an envelope without markings.

“A friend of mine is putting together a team. We’ve been watching you some and think that you’d be a great asset.” He started then held up his hands, “This is not a government job; it’s private. I am only a messenger here.”

“There’s a phone in the envelope, it’s good for seven days.” He said, “If we don’t hear from you, we’ll assume that you are not interested.”

This is a test. This is only a test. If this were a real emergency there would be a lot more running in circles and screaming.