INTRODUCTION
Jason’s dream always began the same…there was a suited man in a dank dark room, with walls reaching up to the sky. Cobwebs littered the corner, and lights flickered providing little light. Any sort of sound at all would echo through the ears. Always the suited man held a gun close in hand. He always had slicked back black hair, broad shoulders and was square jawed, giving him the typical “Bond” appearance.
Always he would wind down the passageways, ever so silently despite the echoed confines of the base. Always shortly into the dream Jason would see the men like agents from a “Matrix” movie sneak up behind him. Always he would spin around at the last second and pull the trigger. Two twitches of the fingers and blood spattered everywhere. Finally an echo would sound and the two men would drop to the ground.
As always, the man entered a new room, this one filled with nuclear weapons; all bearing the flag of the Soviet Union. As he dreamed every time, he radioed men unknown. The words echoed throughout the hall.
“Red Fox to U.S, the Soviets are armed, I repeat, the Soviets are armed.”
Jason almost felt the pain himself by now as the shot rang out; the suited man known only as “Red Fox” unbuttoned his sport coat to see a wide circle of blood increasing ever larger upon his chest. From behind him a thick Russian accent sounded. “You will regret that, American.”
The acrid smell of gunpowder filled the room, as the man leaned ever closer. A blow was struck, and the Red Fox was sent keeling over. Blood spewed from his lips as he crashed to the ground.
It was at this point everything began to blur. The sound of jet turbines sounded overhead, fire began to consume the room. The metal from the ceiling crashed down with a ‘clang’ and the blackness enveloped him.
Jason Bask shot up in his bed now fully awake. He felt his shirt drenched in sweat as if it the dream were real. His face was red hot and he felt flushed as he slowly dragged himself out of bed. His frame was thin and wiry, his hair blonde and shot up in spikes, he found himself in front of a sink and cupped his hands and brought the water up to his face. He let out a gasp of air and shook his face. He spread his arms out on either side of the sink.
“Who is he…?” he muttered to himself. “Who is the Red Fox?”
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