Can the previous occupants of Englewood Foundation somehow stil be arround. If so, what do they want? Can former Navy SEAL Brian Kelly find out before it's too late?
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The Birds Nest
Chief Brian Kelly’s career as a U.S. Navy S.E.A.L came to a halt when he lost his right knee saving a rich kid Marine’s head during Desert Storm. He medically retired with his pension and a dream. He had always planned to open a security consulting firm. His dream would be made easier when the young Marine’s wealthy grandfather dies. The old man had felt the need to reward Brian for his heroic deed. The reward comes in the form of a long-abandoned government research facility and a lot of cash. From the first day at the Englewood Foundation building, they notice things are not exactly normal. The most noticeably unusual things are the freshly mowed grass, the absence of dust and the appearance that everyone had just left. The most interesting is the fifty-year-old phone that still works. Strange things begin to happen soon after they get set up. When things start to affect his people, Brian begins a desperate search for answers. This search would reveal a horrible government secret. Brian would risk his business, his new love, his freedom, and his life to find the answers.
Prelude July 21, Present
As I sit down to tell you this story, nearly ten years after the fact, I have to tell you, I think sometimes I still don't believe most of it and I was there for all of it. Well I was there for most of it. If I didn't have to see Hank's old face every day, I might think it were all a bad dream. Jesus it seemed like two years, but it was just over a month. But, I'm getting ahead of myself already. Let me tell you a little about the months leading up to the day we moved into the building.
I believe it was March of that year and I was fresh out of the teams on a medical discharge. My right knee had been taken away by an Iraqi bullet and been replaced by Dupont plastic and surgical steel. It happened while saving the life of a young Marine grunt named Billy Prescott. He froze because his gun jammed and I went to pull him out of the line of fire. Just as I put my leg where his head was I caught the lead. Way I figure it, better my knee than his face. Now I didn't know much about Billy, except he was part of a well to do family from around my neck of the woods, a million miles away back in Oklahoma. Six months later, I was on a plane back to Tulsa for the last time. I was thirty years old, I had my papers, I had my pension and I had a plan. I was gonna open a security firm with a few of my old buddies.
Now it seems that in the time between my knee littering the sand and my plane landing back home, Billy's grandpa, Earnest Prescott passed on. I only found out, because I got a letter saying I was mentioned in the will. Earnest, whom I'd never met, seemed to think I deserved a little something for saving his grandson, young Billy, who, by the way, I hadn't seen since.
This old lawyer handed me the keys and deed to an old research facility that had been sitting empty since the Second World War. He also had it set up so that, after taxes and fees and shit, I was left holding a cool million US. Now don't get me wrong, I have never been happy to hear about someone dying, but his sure made my plan a reality. So I made the calls, bought the equipment and gathered the troops. Four short months later, we had everything and everyone together and were ready to move in.