“Ah my Agent is going to kill me.” Was all he could say as he was teleported somewhere. His stomach nearly turning inside out. Ryder looked around the white expanse as the disembodied voices gave their spiel. 
He took off the hat and tossed it aside. “As far as publicity stunts go, I’m impressed.” He took his sunglasses off and hung them from his shirt. “Pop up walls and hidden cameras. “At least get my Agent to sign off.” 
The whole idea of being some chosen one being called to fight a long forgotten evil sounded like one of his recent movies.