The U.S. Government employed counter-terrorism measures to combat the street terrorism plaguing the U.S. cities. LAPD Sergeant Grayson stumbles onto the government-sponsored counter-terrorist attacks, threatening everything he holds dear. He finds himself disbanded, dishonored, and a man without a country. Coupled by a web of alliances and loyalties, he challenges the government, bringing down the political elite.
“Yes, these dingle-berries are refusing to leave. Could you please escort these clowns out of here? I have work to do,” he said, smiling, pushing the hair back on the sides of his head.
One of the agents turned around and pulled out a handgun with a mounted silencer.
The guard fell to the floor and Rodgers jumped backwards into the corner of the room.
“Hey! You guys…I didn’t,” he begged while pushing his hands out in front of his body.
His knees buckled up from underneath of him and he fell to the floor. The agent reached down and removed the address book from his clenched right hand.
“Thank you, Mr. Rodgers,” he said as they walked out of the room.