THE CODE BLACK MISSION

"What?" The person on the family throne spoke up with his brows creased as a murderous intent slowly but steadily spread out of his body.

"Something the matter Mr. Franklin?" Noticing the murderous intent coming out of person seated on the throne in the family hall, one of the people seated on the regular chair suddenly asked with a curious look on his face.

This person is a decrepit looking old man who looks like he has gone through many eras and centuries. His face, weathered like ancient stone, is etched with the lines of a thousand battles fought and won. Wisps of gray hair cling to his scalp like stubborn vines clinging to a crumbling ruin.