Unknown as of Yet
an excerpt

Frustrated, annoyed, and angry, he sat down at the table, setting the device on the table top as well. At least it wasn't loud enough to annoy the neighbors. The only logical solution to him, would have been the Vaccine card of his. It buggered up machines apparently. Absentmindedly he grabbed the box he put the card in, and dug the Vaccine card out. Maybe if he was lucky the card would fix it.

A quick swipe later, and he got a reaction right away. The volume increased, still not enough to wake the neighbors, but close. And the screen stopped blinking, instead making a red arrow pointing straight at him. "What the hell?" Now he didn't know what was going on...

Something round, and sharp, pressed up against the back of his neck. He froze. He could tell it wasn't a knife, but the way it was held made it no less deadly. Quickly, he searched through his memories for any person who was crazy enough to use something round, and pointed to kill someone. No one came to mind, and he wasn't given the chance to thing of any alternatives before the figure spoke.

"Are you the one calling to me." The voice was feminine, but neutral, lacking any emotion at all. The voice of a trained killer, unlike him. And calling? What the hell did she mean by that? He would have asked, but given his position, he would just say what needed to be said.