Document Five

After landing at Calgary International Airport, Jordan's head felt dizzy, with a taint of nausea. After all, he had a long flight. Sixteen hours, in fact, along with the fact that he is prone to airsickness. Most of that time, the pilots were taking a detour through the North Pole due to weather conditions on the regular route. But, aside from that, everything was fine.

After getting off of the plane, he began searching around for the exit. He doesn't have too much things to do here at the airport.

Around right then, however, a man dressed in what appears to be business suit greeted him. "Hi, there, mister. Is your name Jordan Cada?"

"Yeah...?" replied Jordan. He has never seen this man before, let alone know what he might be asking for. He looks Asian, probably Chinese, though it's kind of hard to tell.

"National security" the man said as he showed Jordan his badge. "We'll need you to come with us."

"Wait, am I in trouble or something?" replied Jordan. He tried not to reflect it in his voice, but deep inside, he is panicking.

"Not yet, though anything that you do or say can be used against you in court, so I would suggest following our instructions carefully." His voice sounds unnaturally calm, though Jordan assumed that it was just a normal trait within national security agencies.

After a few seconds, Jordan didn't respond. The man noticed that. "The car is just outside the exit, for your information. We'll have special agents to take you where you need to be."

The Soldier gasped in pain as blood poured from his leg. A red puddle forms around the enormous wound. He's unsure of what caused it, but he is sure that he's not going to live long.

The Soldier reached for his backpack, which is a simple bag made out of fabric. It was quite difficult due to the massive wound in his leg, but it after a few tries, his hand got a hold of the bag and he managed to drag it in front of him. The puddle around him has grown bigger, and he has to hurry.

All troops of the Army has received a certain amount of basic medical training, to ensure that they know what to react in an injury. This, however, was no ordinary injury. The Soldier wasn't sure what caused it, but it must be something large. Probably a grenade shrapnel, or a high-calibre round, but it wasn't his concern right now.

After a few seconds of fumbling through the bag, he found what he was looking for: a roll of fabric. Quickly, without wasting any time, he began to cover the wound with the fabric. The blood has started to clot by now, but the bleeding was still fast enough to kill him.

Once the wound is sealed, he felt a sense of relief, even though he knew that he is not going to make it back home alive. The pit that he is in right is simply too deep for him to climb out.

At least, he is going to die in peace, the Soldier thought as enemy fires began to rumble in distance. Within hours, the pit is completely filled with debris, suffocating whatever is inside of it.

As the police car pulls to a stop on a sidewalk beside a large apartment building, he knew something was a little bit amiss, or at least suspicious.

The building is a seven stories high apartment building. It clearly shows it's age through the cracks and mold on it's walls, and the fact that it's built out of bricks. The bricks are painted green, though in some areas, the paint peels off, revealing gray bricks underneath.

But weirdest fact about the building is that it was completely surrounded by law enforcement and military units. Armed police parked beside the building, snipers perched on the rooftops of the surrounding houses, and military helicopters swirling in circles around the apartment, with their weapons pointing towards it.

The driver exited the car, and then opened the backseat where Jordan resides. He then leads Jordan to the man that he met at the airport.

"The name is Agent Eric Yao." the man said as he lowered his sunglasses. "We'll take you to Detective Mullins shortly."

"What the hell happened here?" Jordan asked as he glanced around the building.

"Well, there isn't too much that we can tell you right now. All we can tell you here is that over a hundred dead bodies were found inside of this apartment building. After, uh, seven days of investigation, the Calgary Police Department hands control of the case over to the military. Exact reasons are confidential, at least for now." the man answered casually.

"A-And w-what does d-this h-h-has to do with, with me?" Jordan asked. This time, however, he was unable to hide his nervousness.

"You'll see later, after we get the detective over."

As Jordan waited, he looked down at the ground. He always does it whenver he's bored, to look for patterns as he waited. Sometimes, he'll see something on it. Other times, though, he'll just see random noise. This time, however, he saw the word *Fuck* spraypainted onto the pavement, possibly done by teenagers having nothing to do in their free time. This made Jordan think about how much free time he-

"Mister Jordan Cada?" The sound startled Jordan a little bit and made him look up. "Detective Mullins here."

"Oh, hi." Jordan nervously replied. "Sorry, I was just dosing off a little bit."

Detective Peter Mullins looks like a rather tough guy, like someone that you don't wanna mess with. He's currently wearing his police uniform, which did not hide the large muscle mass underneath him. He has blue eyes and dark hair, and possess a dictator mustache. His hands looks big, implying that he possess some form of iron grip.

"Well, come over to the tent right here, and we'll talk." he said as he waved he walk towards one of the tents set out beside the apartment building. Jordan, remembering what Agent Yao told him at the airport, followed him.