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void of life, taking it all in. He sat there digesting the information he’d just been given. Was it the life he wanted? To be a soul-less, ruthless killer that had no past and didn’t even exist? He thought about how changing his name would affect him, but considering he couldn’t remember anything anyway, it really was of no consequence what anyone called him. After a few minutes of thought he shook his head in acknowledgment, reluctantly accepting the offer, knowing he really didn’t have many other options. At least with them he’d be a part of something. A group he could rely on and help him fill in any missing pieces, or questions he’d have. If he declined and went on his own, he had no family, and no one to turn to. That was an even scarier proposition for someone who couldn’t remember anything.
     
    “Well, I can’t even express how happy I am right now,” Sanders stated. “Welcome to the team.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Sorry about changing the name but it has to be done.”
    “It’s OK. I can’t remember anything so it’s not doing me much good anyway,” Nelson stated.
    “I can understand.”
    “So what’s my new name?”
    “Matthew Cain.”

Chapter 2
    Two weeks later—Sanders and his entourage of officials boarded the jet, bound for New York. Cain slipped into a seat against the window, staring at the landscape below as the ground became a blip on the radar.
     
    “So how’d you come up with Matthew Cain?” Cain asked.
    “We give new agents new identities once they start working with us. So we name them after people in the biggest organization ever created,” Sanders replied.
    “Who’s that?”
    “The Bible.”
    “So who do you name them after?”
    “Killers. Seemed more fitting.”
    “So who am I named after?”
    “Cain. He murdered his brother Abel and was the world’s first murderer,” Sanders informed him.
    “That’s comforting. So where am I gonna live when we get there?” Cain wondered.
    “Everything’s been taken care of,” Sanders replied. “You’ve got a nice apartment in the heart of New York City.”
    “Once we get back you’ll be given a package of everything you’ll need,” Lawson interjected. “Bank account, credit cards, car, passports, drivers license, everything.”
    “You’ll notice that $250,000 has been deposited into your bank account to start with. Once we see that you’re going to stay with us for a while you will get $500,000 deposited into your account every six months, the first of January and July.”
    “Nice.”
    “Money will be the least of your worries. Make no mistake though, you will earn every penny of it.,” Sanders added.
    “What if I don’t like living in New York?”
    “You only have to stay there for a brief period. We want to make sure you’re completely comfortable with the operation. After that, you’re free to live wherever you like. More times than not you’ll be off on an assignment anyway. One of the trade-offs of that money is that you will be on call 24/7. You will make yourself able to be contacted at any time of the day no matter where you are. If you are needed on an assignment immediately, you are to drop what you’re doing and respond at a moments notice,” Lawson explained. “It is rare when that happens as we like to plan missions out a few days in advance, but it does happen and you will be available.”
    “That’s not a problem. I obviously have nothing or no one to tie me down.”
    “That’s the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. At one point this agency frowned upon agents having exterior relationships as they felt it would interfere in plans and at some point cause friction. What we found was some agents began to snap. Loneliness set in, there was nobody waiting for them, nothing to keep them going, and the stress of the missions wore them down. Now the policy is that we encourage you to make friendships and relationships outside of this agency. We want you to be happy and content and