Chapter 1

Agent 3's Pov

"Let me go You octojerks!" I yelled, as I was dragged down a hallway inside the octarian base. I was currently stuck inside a large glass tube, Sort of like the one i'd trapped DJ Octavio in. The tube was on a wheeled cart that 4 octolings were pushing down the hallway

As the octolings pushed the tube down the hall one of them turned with a cruel smirk, "To think that you Agent 3 would be so feisty, even after we've taken away your armor and weapons. Hmph well that feistyness will be serving us soon enough."

Although I didn't understand what that meant, I knew It most likely wasn't a good thing. Even so I decided to ask what the shell they meant. "Whats that supposed to mean?", I asked, confused.

"Oh dont worry, Agent, You'll find out very soon". As they continued moving the cart I started to hear faint noises. They almost sounded like...Voices. As the octolings kept pushing I noticed that we were reaching the end of the hall, In front of us stood a large pair of metal doors. As we got closer the noises get louder and louder. By this point I could tell that the noises were indeed voices.

We stopped. One of the octolings, The one who'd taunted me walked up to the door and rapped a gloved fist on it. "Open up", The octoling grunted.

The Metal door creaked and then slowly opened As