Plan B
This was strange. No guards no nothing. I was supposed to get into the Generals office, delete some stolen US battle plans, copy vital blueprints, and get the heck out of there. The General was really Nackiz-Yog-Hun-Vivola, but that was just to complicated so we just called him the General. But this was just downright weird."this has to be a trap" I thought to myself."Be careful 'Tasha," Clint (aka Hawkeye) my partner reminded me for like the billionth time, "It could be a trap!" "Noooo…" I retorted. I turned off the tiny phone in my ear. Time to go to work I thought. I would be defenceless and help… oh wait duh. I had 2 crescent moon swords on my back that I trusted with my life. Did they get me out of breaking both my legs when a sumo wrestler sat on them for an hour? No. They couldn't get me out of every situation. I opened the door to the Generals office.
Inside I knew I had to be cautious. The General was know throughout secret military bases to have the upper hand in most situations. As I walked in I heard the sound of a clean snap! Of a string being split in two or in my case a trip wire. Right after it snapped I heard a grinding sound and looked up. Wait this was the inside of a box…! I act so stupid sometimes. I tried sprinting out of the way but if I hadn't pulled my hand in I would have to be giving high 3s. Dang it! Now what? I asked myself. I was trapped in a big, stupid, steel box. I was so mad that I was gonna have a "talk" with Fury as soon as I got myself out of this mess. "Ah Agent Romanoff I was expecting you" said the General through some dots on the inside of the box that I assumed was speakers. "Doesn't SHEILD have anything better to do?" "You wont get away with this General" "And what makes you think that stupid spy?" I was about to throw back a comment when greenish smoke started filling the inside of the box through the speakers. I quickly undid the straps holding my swords and started slicing away at one side. It was hopele…OMG im so stupid. I unscrewed the bottom of my shoe with a tiny screwdriver in my pocket and took out the small acid bottle that was stored there for emergencies. As I quickly applied the acid to the side of the wall that I hacked at earlier, I was beginning to see black spots dance before my eyes. A good 5 seconds later the acid had made a big enough hole that I could squirm through. It was too late. As I was losing consciousness, I heard a strange laugh that sounded like a dog writhing in pain.