GMK
Great Agent Kill-Zone Dead End
Chapter 1 A Mercenary appears
Samuel Adams was a simple boy. Very plane looking Nine year old average boy. He hung his down in shame as he counted the crack on the sidewalk as he passed in silence. Sam whipped the blood from his nose and smeared it on his spider-man T-shirt.
"Hey kid you don't look so good.." said a very anemones voice. Samuel looked up. A skinny man in costume sat at a small poorly belt wooden stand. His suit was yellow with a green track mark on its chest two identical track marks on his arms legs and thighs. His mask stuck out. Top half was yellow with the jaw lining and below was green. He wore a pare of greened rimmed blast googols with yellow lenses. "Someone giving you trouble?"
"What's it to you?" Samuel ask the man.
"Seems what you need is a hero" the man says grinning underneath his mask as he jumped out from behind his stand. He puts a hand on Samuels shoulder. "And since there no Heroes around I'll have to do." The costumed man forces Samuel into a chair on the opposite side of the stand. The man quickly runs back to his side of the stand and sits. "Please take a seat." he says happily "So what can I do for you?" he asks crossing his arms.
"Hoe are you, and what the hell is wrong with you?" Samuel asks.
"Why I'm Agent Kill-Zone I'm a world redound mercenary." he says pointing to a sign on top of the stand that Samuel must have overlooked. It read in big yellow letters "World greatest mercenary now open for higher!!! J"
"You cant be for real." Samuel says dumbfounded.
"Here's my Mercenary License" He says holding out a piece of card bored the size of a credit card. It had a picture of the man in costume throwing the peace sign and written in green crayon was
"Boston"
"MERCANARY LICNSE"
" Great Agent Kill-Zone."
"Occupation mercenary"
"Date of birth 04-20-89"
"Sex: M, Eyes Yellow Class D"
"Height 5-9 weight 155 Organ donor: No thanks"
H966285199481 "Issued Last week, Expires NOT TODAY!!"
"Are you on drugs??" Samuel asks confused.
"No, I don't believe In that sort of thing." Killzone says blankly "Look kid you have nothing to lose here and everything to gain. So do you want my services or not??" Samuel posses for a second.
"What would you do?" Samuel asks.
"Show up at the kids house and relay a message?" Killzone says a bit confused. "What ever you want rely."
"I want him to leave me alone.." Samuel says
"Done" Killzone says.
"No wait I want him to be sorry he messed with me." says with glee.
"Da-"
"No wait I want you to bring him to me and make him say sorry to." Samuel says.
"Is that all???" Killzone ask irritated?
"Ugh yea"
"Okay what's in it for me?" Killzone asks leaning back in his chair.
"What?" Samuel asks.
"Well I'm ganna brake a how bunch of laws here so far I count nine, so what you paying me??" Killzone asks?
"I don't have any money" Samuel says confused "I'm nine."
"What the hell you come to me and you don't have any money. I'm not some cheap well fair program I'm the best of the best were the hell is your paper rout money. Kids your age have paper routs right? " Samuel shakes his head. "Okay what you can you pay me with?" Killzone asks upsettingly.
"I got a saga?" Samuel says "Will that work" Killzone lefts an eyebrow.
"You got Soul Calibar??"
"I got street fighter 2" Samuel says with a smile.
"Okay it's a deal." Killzone says with a outstretched hand to seal the deal. With that Killzone pulls an Assault Riffle from under the table and jams a clip into the chamber. "Now were can I find the punk"
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