He took the role reluctantly and with a heavy heart. Events had sliced open a vacancy and duty required that he step to the plate, but such undertakings were not meant for family men. As the mantra bludgeoned:
They come for you via your children.
So he gathered them together, his little ones, and told them of his quest, and then he kissed them goodbye.
The path was not straight and he become entrenched in subterfuge and recrimination. Years passed, till one mundane morning he glimpsed his eldest daughter through armoured glass. He prayed she would see the number plate and recognise its significance; follow its clues and find what he had left for her…
Written for: Friday Fictioneers