The Wrath Of Rex Grayson

Chapter 4

Rex gently opened his eyes to find one of the men in black gazing at him in astonishment. The other teammates turned, gazing at him too.

One of them instructed, "Send a photo to the boss."

Rex noticed the men trembling as one of them moved forward and took a picture of him and forwarded it to their boss.

He dialed his phone, and the man laughed, saying, "He is a total photocopy."

He ended the call and headed back toward his teammates.

He explained, "The boss wants us to bring him in."

"What… is going… on?" Rex finally found his words.

"On the floor!" the man who was holding him by the hair ordered.

The transporting officers looked up and began protesting. 

"Where are you taking him? This is a convicted criminal!" one of them spoke up

"Your bosses will fill you in, but this man is now government property," one of the men in black stated showing his ID. 

The officers read the badge that read NSA (National Security Agency)

"We are looking for a spy who is believed to have hidden in one of the incoming cars," they explained and ordered the security officers to leave.

The two officers got up staring at each other and then at Rex who was begging them not to leave. Between the two teams, he preferred his odds with the officers.

One of the officers' phone beeped, it was his boss ordering him and his team to leave the convict in the hands of the NSA.

"Hey… Wait…" Rex was almost crawling 

The two men in black grabbed him and threw him into their vehicle as they drove off.

Rex was on the edge of crying, could feel his wet eyes. He was positive he had just soaked his pants.

The car continued to move for what seemed like an eternity. The three men in black drove without speaking, and when they arrived at their destination, they took Rex out of the car while covering his head with a black sack.

He struggled to see where they were hauling due to the darkness of the bag over his head. 

When the pulling finally stopped, he was forcefully pushed onto the seat. 

He could hear footsteps leaving the room. He had no idea where he was or their intentions of taking him with them.

He heard footsteps again as the door opened.

When the black bag was taken off his head, he was finally allowed to take in his surroundings.

He was sitting in a chair with a small table in the center of the room.

He turned his head, and a man in a suit, with white hair, medium height, and a file in his hand, stood behind him.

The man gave him a long, hard stare. 

"According to the information we acquired while you were in transit; you are Rex Grayson, twenty-three years old and you were found guilty of careless driving causing the death of an old woman," the old man said.

Rex went on staring at the old man. 

"If you are Rex, then who is this?" Throwing a file on the table, the old man asked.

Rex returned to the table and looked at the file, where he caught sight of a photo of himself. It was his face, but based on the setting and the clothing, it was most definitely not him.

As he browsed the file, scanning back and forth between the old man and the pictures, his eyes nearly burst their sockets.

The old man finally sat down and introduced himself as Peter Banks, Director of NSA. 

"Yes, what I thought too when a photo of you was sent to me," he said. "We are running DNA as we speak but we do not have time," he added.

"This… Is..not…me," Rex's voice mumbled.

"Yes that is Agent Chad and his body is lying in our mortuary, killed yesterday of course but he was assigned a very important mission that only his face has access to," the Director explained.

"W...hat?" 

"In short we need your pretty face," the Director smiled. 

"You have two options here. We can either send you back to prison to start your five-year sentence or we will put you on a plane to Israel and replace our dead agent," the director smiled again.

Rex stared at the man trying to grasp what he meant.

"We are offering you a job to work for the NSA in exchange for not serving your five-year sentence," the old man offered.