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"Come on…" Alarms were blaring, footsteps resounding off the wall outside. High ranking officials screaming their orders to the brutes of the group. "Room 231 clear sir." I heard outside from a brute.

"Damn! Where is he!?"

"Only about fifty more rooms to search, sir!"

"Good, hurry."

Damn! Their close. "Almost done…"

I heard voices outside the room I had escaped into. Come on. "Infiltrate in 3." Come on. "2" Come on. "1" Got it! "GO GO GO!" The door was rammed down and the hired guns seemed to flood into the room. In the center, a computer, hooked up via wires to a hotspot that seemed to be used for hacking. A message read on the screen. Behind you. "Damn him, that bastard is trying to taunt us." He waved his arm behind him to signal his troops, "Fan out, don't let him escape!" There was no answer. "Did you hear me." Still no answer. "I said DID YOU HEAR ME SOLDIERS!?" However, when he whipped around he saw all his agents on the floor out cold and the distinguishable figure of the one person everyone in the organization had come to fear standing tall above his former comrades. "Damn you Brandy." He started to pull out his gun but a black blur appeared in front of him and the last thing he saw was the face of the silver bullet smiling ear to ear.

Brandy touched his earpiece, "6 sheep and a wolf are sleeping like babies."

"You enjoy this don't you?" The voice in his ear said sarcastically. He smirked.

"You have no idea."

"Any way, make sure to get back here; I'm leaving in five minutes, with or without you."

"Just five?" Brandy said sarcastically. They both knew that with his physical ability and equipment he could easily make it provided no resistance, which he most definitely would have.

"Just make it. Am I clear?" The female voice said sighing, knowing he was toying with her.

"Crystal." Brandy replied, smirking. And with that, the conversation ended. He looked behind him at the room number. I know where to go and how to get there, time to get moving. Brandy started his dash; he loved the rush of the wind across his ears as he ran. He had to go three fourths of a mile in the building; the rest was outdoors, his favorite. As he rounded the first corner, he saw a group of agents coming out of a room.

"It's Brandy; if you get his head you'll receive a fortune!" The leader, or a wolf as he called them, yelled. They all charged at him while he was sprinting towards them. When his assailants were about 5 meters away from him, he pressed and turned his heel ever so slightly, but enough for the sensor in his shoe to react. Suddenly, electromagnetic pulses of energy were sent into his foot, making the muscles in his foot and shins two and a half times stronger. Here we go, Brandy thought. He went at an angle to the left, just enough so before they collided, he was almost running on a wall. Before his attackers could stop themselves he jumped of the wall and was flying to the right and in less than half a second he had tensed his forearm enough that a mechanism activated propelling a knife into his hand and had slashed through the first members throat. By the time he had landed the other two were prepared to fight, but no one could prepare them for him. The second member jabbed at him with his bowie knife, taking advantage of this, Brandy swiftly maneuvered to the left, grabbed his arm, stuck his leg out, and while tripping him, pulled his arm up, giving the member no way to prevent himself from falling. While the second member was on the ground, Brandy brought up his own knife, parrying the third members attack, and slashed at his elbow, causing his opponent to drop his knife and grab his wound. While that happened Brandy knocked the member out with his elbow. Right before sprinting away again, the second assailant grabbed Brandy's foot. Instincts made Brandy twist around and, while his strength amplifying boots where still active, kick him in the jaw, shattering his jawbone and some teeth. Brandy once again sprinted off, this time with nothing stopping him. Once he had reached the end of the corridor, he opened the door and leaped of the staircase on the other side of the door way, grabbing the handle on his prepared zip line. Right before eh hit the ground, he let go and used the momentum to complete his mission by opening and jumping into the designated car. As soon as Brandy had started to close the door, the car sped off.

"Ten seconds to spare, your losing your touch." His partner replied sarcastically.

"Oh shut up Sherry." And at the end of his reply, the two most formidable adversaries of the organization had just escaped yet another Organization Facility.

Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading the first instalment of my new story. The Sherlock Secret is still continuing, I've just had an idea for a narrative like this for a long time. I hope you enjoy it. Please, if you like or do not like my story, review a recommendation or how I could make it better.
Sincerely,
Black Rose the First