[ WP ] A man is sitting on a park bench at night . There 's half a foot of snow on the ground and more snow falling . Only his footprints are in the snow . As he stares across the park he hears approaching footsteps in the snow but he does n't turn around . Someone taps him on his shoulder .

“ I ’ ve been waiting for you. ” The man announces in a deep American accent. “ I know. ” the stranger replied. The Man stares for a while, warms his hands and asks, “ Do you have the equipment? ” The stranger reaches into his coat pulls out a small rectangular box, “ that ’ s it? ” the Man asked, the stranger gazed at the Man, got up and left. 
 
 The man looked at the box, “ This is tiny. ” He mumbles, he decides to open it, the top splits into two flaps that reveals the contents of the box: a small piece of what seemed to be plastic with a note that read, “ You know what to do. ” The man stopped and thought to himself, “ I ’ m ready. ” 
 
 The snow is falling heavily now the Man pulls his coat closer to his neck, he continues to trudge through the snow. The piece of plastic starts to vibrate, the man stops dead in his tracks, he takes the piece of plastic and inserts it into his ear, the piece spoke, “ Listen old boy, I know what ’ s at risk here, but if this succeeds than it could be the end of this god-forsaken war. You can go home, to your family, so chin up and make this count! ” The Man didn ’ t reply, he didn ’ t need to. He grinned to himself, pulled up his mask and started picking up the pace, His feet hit the fresh white sheet like atomic bombs with mushroom clouds of snow. The compound was just up ahead, the man checked his watch, “ ten to one, I still have time. ” With the gate slowly closing the Man transitioned into a sprint and like a predator onto his prey he pounced, he hit the floor with a roll and the gate slammed behind him only revealing darkness. 
 
 The Man stood up and removed his coat, he smacked his hands against his chest looking for a source of light and then, click! The room illuminated with a greenish light, revealing rows and rows of automated machines, “ what in hell? ” the Man asked himself. He started to proceed, it was like the machines were watching him. They are tall, with a large torso, that has two arms and two legs, in the centre of the torso is a circle that resembles an eye. 
 
 The man had his mission and he knew that, he kept moving forward until he reached a tall metallic door, “ This must be it. ” He said silently, he moved closer to the door, there was a small hand-shaped hole next to it, the Man knew what to do, he reached for the assortment of gadgets attached to his torso and grabbed a silver tool and placed it on the wall, it made three quiet beeps, the door began to open making a loud clanking noise, he was through. 
 
 The room on the other side was all but empty except for a single tower in the centre of the room, the Man entered the room and there was a small buzzing again in his ear, “ Remember old boy, you need to do this in a certain order or you will jeopardise the mission and never see your family again! ” 
 
 The man took a breath and approached a terminal at the base of the tower, the screen read, “ Welcome the Intella Corporation. ” The man knew all of his training led to this moment. He touched the screen the logo faded out and the computer asked for a name and password, the Man entered the credentials given to him by a man on the inside, the screen flashed red and it was like the compound came to life. 
 
 The Man heard the machines rising up behind him, he knew it was all over, he sat down and pictured his family, his son, daughter and beautiful wife. There was buzzing in his ears, “ GET OUT, OLD BEAN! ” the Man knew that there was no hope, he removed the small piece of plastic from his ear and threw it across the room, Behind the man the machines were getting closer and then, silence. A faint voice shouts in the distance, “ It ’ s not over yet! ” The Man ’ s eyes begin to close and then, darkness… 

