He stood on a cliff overlooking the vast wasteland that unfolded before his eyes. Wind blew through his soft brown hair, breaking not a strand from the meticulous part on the left side of his head. His face was round and boyish, with deep brown eyes and a perfect set of pearly white teeth. A butterscotch-colored frock coat covered him, adorned with golden buttons and a silver pocket watch. For the first time in his life, he had been sent out on a mission. He planned to complete it with precision and accuracy, for he was now one of the elite.
Behind the howling wind, another sound surfaced. It was a vehicle. The young man stepped off the edge and went sailing toward the ground. The 25-foot drop gave him no trouble, and he landed softly on the sand below, eyes fixated on the approaching bug
