His eyes flew open, it was dark and he could not see anything. His instincts told him something was amiss so he tuned in his other senses.

He could smell something familiar but he had trouble placing it. His mind was everywhere lately and he was not as sharp as usual.

But he knew something was amiss and he would not wait for something to happen first to confirm.

He had his right hand under his pillow clutching his piece as always. Being one of the most powerful man in his line of work meant always being armed even in sleep.

He counted up to three in his head the...