...Eric barely had time to think before there was a quiet poof from the gun, and a stinging pain in his abdomen.  He looked down as his vision blurred and saw a small dart sticking into his stomach.  That's when Eric Hemsworth started down a road of dangers and peril.  The road of a quiet mercenary.

When he awoke, Eric was in a small room, laying on a bed.  It was uncomfortable, for the bed was old, and a spring jutted into his back.  He tried to move, but found he was strapped down.  A voice of sophistication suddenly came from the shadows in a far corner.

"Eric.  How are you?"

Eric responded with disgust.  "How do you think I am?"

The voice laughed.  It was not a chilling laugh, but one of utter control.  "I apologize for the rough recruitment, but it was the only way we could get you to join us."

As the man walked from the shadows, Eric saw that the voice belonged to a man of considerable height, wearing a long trenchcoat and a black bowler hat.

"Recruitment for what?" Asked Eric, confused.

The man pulled out an old projector reel from a pocket and held it up.  "Perhaps this will answer the questions you may have."

Methodically, he placed it in a rundown projector Eric hadn't noticed before and turned it on.  A bright light was projected onto the wall and a voice started talking.

"Hello new recruit.  You have been selected out of a very large number of potentials to be in our program.  Congratulations."


That's all for now!

Any ideas of what might happen next?

Sincerely,

The Night Writer