THE PLOT
THE NEXT MORNING
AT SGT WILSON’S HOUSE
About Seven o clock very early the next day, sgt Wilson was still sleeping when his phone vibrates “who the hell is that now” Wilson grumbled, as he struggled to open his eyes, with a blurry vision, he stretched towards the direction of the phone, it was a text message. “Kingston? What does he want? He is such a big pain in the ass” he grumbled again as he wiped his face to take a clearer look at the text message on his phone.
It reads; “Meeting with the federal agents this morning; nine o clock; blue building, six blocks away from work, be there in time”
He dropped his phone and exhale deeply with suspicious thoughts going on in his head. “Ok there we go, this is getting a lot weird, we are meeting some random federal agents in an apar
