John blinked, the agent’s words sinking in slowly. He needed to come with them? For what?! And to where? Questions flooded his mind, yet he found himself incapable of voicing them. A numbness overtook him, and he passively allowed himself to be ushered out of his own home and into a black sedan.
He recognized that resistance would be futile; his strength was no match for their youth and vigour, and the stern-faced agents, at least six in number, appeared impervious to refusal. And so there he sat, confined within the darkened interior of a black sedan, his destination a mystery. The tinted windows denied him any glimpse of his surroundings. His peaceful retirement life seemed a distant memory, replaced by an accelerating sequence of unforeseen events.