Somewhere in the outskirts of the city, a man stood in a high tower that overlooked a miniature statue of liberty. He was dressed in magnificent-looking robes and had a guard standing behind him, waiting on his order.
The man was looking over the city, more enchanted than marveled at what would soon be his to rule alongside his trusted ally. From where he stood, the headlights from cars and the light that illuminated the paths from the street light were like balls of fire.
They sparked a flame in his heart and there and then, he vowed that he would inherit everything his eyes were set upon just like his ancestors. It was his birthright. No one would take it away from him.
He grabbed his cell phone at once. It was a burner and contained a secure line that could never be linked to him or the man he was about to call.
He dialed the number and listened to the dial tone. The man on the other line answered at once.
