Prologue Neville's POV I can see them. Sitting here in this grimy building in France, I can see them. They're seeping into the building like water into a sponge. I know I only have minuits. I was smuggled here by a criminal organization known as the Crocodolis. Now I have been found by the french. I heard the first man before I saw him. The door creaked open and I felt cold steel, a gun, press against the back of my neck. "Move and you die." the man said in a unmistakable French accent, he almost seemed to spit the words out as if they tasted bad. I could hear his breathing on the back of my neck yet I dared not turn around. Sweat rolled down my face. Suddenly there was a rattle of machine gun fire, the gun dropped away from my neck as if renouncing it's hold on me. "Quick! Get out!" a voice hissed in my ear. I stood up and before I could do anything I was thrown out of the window. The truck below was loaded with sandbags and I fell heavily onto them. The truck started to move just as the whole building behind us littrerly exploded with the sound of gunfire. The gates of the barbed wire fence surrounding the building came rushing up to greet us and they were left hanging off their hinges. It was as we drove past the first building we realised we were being followed, a jeep was catching up with us. It had the letters F.S.I.S printed on it's side. I reached into one of the sandbags and pulled out a steel rope. I had been well trained and I threw it at the jeep's wheel, it got caught and the jeep skidded to a halt. We had done it, I had survived
30 Years later The man sat in the office, his name was Johnathan Hiffs. He stared at the paper from behind his glasses, his grey hair slicked back. The paper read: PROFILE 5 Name: Neville Hoiden Age: 46 Nationality: American/British (British father, American mother) Bio: Hoiden grew up in England, his father had persuaded his mother to come to England. He was smuggled into France after his parents died when he was 16. He is now owner of one of the most powerful Crocodilises in the whole world "Looks like we're up against a tough opponent…" the man muttered. Here was a man who had been working for MI7 for nearly 20 years, one of the most experienced people in the buisness. And yet, he still admitted that his foe was a tough one. That was incredibly rare.
On the other side of the world another man sat in an office doing exactly the same thing. This man's name was Jamie Salvison. The man in charge of ASIS (Australian Secret Intelligence Service). The Australian's fingers pattered over the keyboard of his computer, sending an email to intelligence services all over the world. The email read Dear Sir/Madam The Crocodolis are up and running once again, they must be stopped. I have already sent one of my agents to one of their many hideouts. He has not returned yet.