Alone again and stuck on the graveyard shift, old Al stood up from his security station and glanced out the plexiglass window into the ever deepening night. His contacts were playing up again and his already failing eyesight was blurring once more. He closed his eyes and massaged the eyelids, hoping to correct whatever it was that was impinging his vision, yet when he opened them again found his sight was worse than before. This problem had been getting progressively worse since his accident, but usually went away after a short time. As he turned to go to the bathroom, he thought he saw a flash of movement in one of the security monitors, yet couldn’t make out his coffee cup on the desktop let alone a specific image on one of the screens and dismissed it as nothing. As Alan Moore, ANCoR security guard for thirty years stepped through the toilet door and looked into the small mirror on the wall above the sink, he saw the now familiar blue blur he recognized as his large form. Leaning down and scooping up a handful of water, Alan stood and splashed it in his face, only to see a large black blur behind him in the bathroom. He felt a cold metallic object pressed to the back of his head and then knew nothing more. His eyesight would never trouble him again.
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