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Michael was the kind of officer who'd been born in a suit. He was a serious man with a serious gun who rolled off the assembly line in Quantico, Virginia. He had the standard issue white face with the omnipresent square shoulders and squarer chin. He was close shaved 24/7, and he spoke with a profound voice and trimmed legalistic words. Life had no colour for him, it was all black/white and right/wrong. When he wasn't formulating flawless paperwork he was chasing down criminals with that action-man run of his - his fingers held straight as if their aerodynamic form could conceivably make a difference. He clocked more hours than any of the rest of us in the firing range.

"A storm occurred on the 31st of October, ever since then we've had twenty-seven missing person cases within three days," Michael paused for a moment, "They were all near an area within a five-mile radius, of course at different instances. Your job," He pointed towards me, "Is to figure out why these people are all connected and missing near the same place. You'll have two days to locate them all. Of course, you'll be in disguise, but to ensure your safe you might need to wear these instead," Michael held up a pair of boots.

"What so special in these sneakers," I scoffed. The soles were worn, and there was a stain on the side where it'd looked like someone spilt a raspberry slushy on them. The parts that should have been white were dirty grey, and it seemed once bright blue stripes were as faded as her jeans.

He split the sole off, and a mini electronic piece popped out. "Welcome home gift, eh Maya? Uh, actually inside is a tracking device. It works like your phones GPS system. It transports a signal to a satellite and bounces back to us. Don't worry we'll be following you every step of the way."

Every step of the way, that's what he said, and I was going to have to trust him on this one. I could either find the people, or something may happen to me...