"Log Day 1024 July 7, 1997
Northeast the Britain Isles, a colorful meteor shower lighted up the sky and filled the horizon with yellowish-orange hue."

Just one of the thousands witnesses' records, what could have gone down that night? 

What mysteries does it hold nigh?

THE ARMAGEDDON SAGA I: REFLECTIONS

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“Great work, Victor. Here’s your next assignment.” My superior handed me a self-destruct USB drive, I had to listen to its contents on my government-issued computer device, and memorize its contents for the first and last time before it self-destructs. 


A loud thud echoed the empty parking lot underground the SIS building as Benny slammed his car door as he ended his work day. 


“Ughhhh… I’m so tired.” When will this end? When will spies and agents like us who do the dirty work be unnecessary? He slumped his back and bumped his head on the steering wheel. 


He squinted his eyes as his face reflected on the shining leather, noting his laying eye bags, and the reddish nerves in his eyes evidently displayed due to the lack of proper sleep. 


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