African American Man Narrative

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I woke up, dazed, taking in my surroundings. I was in some sort of white room with a security camera and a shiny black wall. Glass, maybe? Bang! The door to the room closed, drawing my attention. An African American man in a black suit was standing there. When had he entered the room? I couldn’t remember anyone coming in.
“Mr. Stevenson?” I looked up, his voice pulling my mind away from my thoughts. I tried to move my hands but something was restraining them. My brain was still foggy from being out.
“Mr. Stevenson!”, he repeated.
“What’s going on!?”, I asked, “How did I get here!?, Where…!?”
“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you have a set of skills that may prove useful to us.”
“Skills? Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
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It flickered to life and an image popped up on the screen. It was a video of the Silver Stallion … Me. Stopping a group of criminals from robbing a bank and fleeing into the night. It zoomed in on my face. That was the only day I had ever not worn my mask. Ever.
“We know who you are, Samuel. Do you deny that this is you?”
“No. What is it you want from me?”
“It’s not what we want it’s what we need, and what we need is the very best of you. The world is in danger of an imminent threat from a military force that’s developing in Dynistan.”
“How do I know that you’re not just trying to trick me into attacking Dynistan?”
The man pulled out his remote and pointed it at the screen. The video of me disappeared and was replaced by an image of a huge Dynistanian army with strange looking technology.
“This picture was taken by a drone we had in the area. It was shot down Moments later. This is serious.”
He said that last word slowly and with meaning. There was a pause before I spoke.
“So what do I do?”
“You stop the problem before it starts.”
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