"Fucking bullshit, Shadow! Get out there and get me something good!" I yell at my second, James 'Shadow' Travis.
"Yes, sir!" He snaps before scurrying out. I groan and glanc at my watch. I have to be at work in half an hour. Just enough time to get five minutes of sleep.
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Damn it! Late for work AGAIN! Jesus, once more and Steven'll have my head!
Steven Raynor, my boss, kinda. I'm a secret agent for The Colorado Springs Hell Crusade, actually, I'm also the Leader of that particular rebellion.
Right now, a guy by the name of Ba'al rules Earth. His organization is called The Goa'uld. His second is Robert Kinsey.
The Colorado Springs Hell Crusade is the longest lasting rebellion, and happens to be their worst enemy.
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"Jackson!" I jump up at the sound of Steven's voice.
"Yes, sir?" I ask as politely as I can manage.
"Have all these reports ready to send to Sir Kinsey before the day is over."
"Sir, I have a half day today, I'm off in two hours, there's no way..." Steven cuts me off.
"You can, and you will. If you must, you will stay later. And remember, Lord Ba'al will be arriving in a week. We must be ready for him." I look down at the reports in my hand and mumble a quiet 'yes, sir'.
Steven leaves and I throw the files on my desk as I pick up the phone.
As I dial Janet Frasier's number, a tall, handsome, silver-haired man walks in.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Jack O'Neill."
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