12
Matt sat at his desk typing away at the myriad of computer screens. The hour was late, but his eyes were alert as they ran through the information.
“This Project Endzeit is whack. . .” he murmured as his eyes flickered from one screen to the other.
A knock on the door returned his attention to the world outside his computers. He frowned and rolled out his chair. “Always when I’m working. . .” he grumbled as he strode out of his room and to the front door.
He unlocked the deadbolt, but not the chain so he was able to open the door only a few inches. “Yeah?”
On the other side of the door stood a slim, middle-aged man with black hair and dark eyes. His face was pale and he wore a weathered brown overcoat over an old gray suit. A brown fedora with a stained band sat atop his head
