<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Present Day</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">The collar around his neck was a marvel of technology.  If only he could take it off to examine it closer.  It was pale grey and light weight, but it was definitely made of some metal alloy.  Only the occasional red blink of an LED gave it away as anything other than a metal band.  A heavy anchor chain is all he could think of it as though.  It was the only thing keeping him here. <br/></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">The agents from Triangle had not been the ruthless terrors that they were portrayed as on te news feeds.  They were much worse.  They were more ruthless and concealed it beneath a professional façade.  Darren paced through the living room of the villa he had called home for 4 months now.  A ‘guest’ of Triangle.  It was mid morning and the buzz of the Louisiana insects were threatening to drown out the TV showing the news.   It was the same politically charged propoganda but Darren’s attention was locked on the ticker scrolling a long the bottom. <strong><em>[…San Diego PD investigating burglary of evidence room.  Officials are not releasing details….]</em></strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">“The police need to be more careful with their security….”  He clicked the TV off and turned towards the door.  They would be coming to collect him soon.  Triangle had come across something big and had ‘recruited’ people with unique talents to help them exploited it.  Darren checked his appearance and stepped to the door as two agents knocked.  “I am coming!”  His voice carrying all the frustration of the treatment.  But there was a smile.  A glimmer of hope. </span>