2 days earlier:

The coffee tastes stale. Then again, the coffee at the department always tastes tale. John shrugs as he places his cup back on the table. Sitting back in his desk-chair, staring out of his window.

He looks out over the city from his third floor office, and gets a creeping sense, the briefing which is about to happen holds nothing good.

A few hours ago, he was still at home getting ready for a routine day, when the messages came through on his satellite phone. They never use cell phones in his unit. Not secure...