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Journals: Book 1, Entry 01 “Subject 117” "On the seventh dawn of the seventh day / A twice blessed man will roam the fields / Doomed to shadows with his brethren / Or savior to all who walk the ground" My name is Cade Foster. Picture the life you wish you had. I had it. A beautiful wife, a great career, money, friends, all of it. And then just as quickly, it was gone. I used to be a thief. I was considered by the cops to be the best break and entry man in Cook County in my day. They couldn't touch me. But I realized that was a fool's life when I met Hannah, so I did an about face and went legit, and left it all behind. Maybe I finally stumbled onto what I could never find behind all those broken safes: a real life, a reason for being... And then it all began to unravel. My bank accounts were drained overnight. I started having vivid and gruesome hallucinations that would hit me outta nowhere. I was fired from my job at a security firm when they found out about my colorful past on the other side of the law. I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Then I came home one night and found my house ransacked. The number "19" was scrawled in bloody red paint all over the walls of my house. Hannah was okay; she had locked herself in the upstairs bathroom for protection. But the bastards came into my home. I wasn't insane. Somebody was out to get me... And I was gonna find out who it was. Opened the shed. Broke out my Blackhawks bag. Dusted off the lockpick tools I call The Sisters, fired up Blowtorch Betty, and got all the rest of my gear together. Did some surreptitious entry and investigative digging. Followed the trail to a nut named Emmett Mayhew, a billionaire doing time in a mental hospital for taking an axe to his family tree. Thing was, the story he was telling didn't sound that crazy to me. Somebody messed with Mayhew's life, too; the hallucinations, drained accounts, all of it. He clued me in to a book he said was the key to the whole thing. And he told me who was destroying our lives; Mayhew said they were aliens. I found the book. It was written over 400 years ago by Nostradamus. His prophecies brought the mystery together for me: he predicted the Earth would be destroyed in three terrifying waves: invasion, attack from above, and finally, Armageddon. The first wave has landed. I know they're here. I'm gonna stop them. And if they think they can defeat me first, they got another thing coming. 'Til next time... “Subject 117” Writer: Chris Brancato Director: Brenton Spencer Executive Producers: Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar Created by: Chris Brancato Guest Stars: Stacy Grant as Hannah Foster, Myron Natwick as Emmett Mayhew, Gord Van Ieperen as Detective Samuel Hitchens. |
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