Just so you guys know; the Two Shot thing was a play on words for a gun. Yes it's not as big of a priority as my other stories buy at least I give you guys chapters!

This is a short story instead of a Two-Shot. So I hope you enjoy the chapters I'm giving you guys :)

Each of these chapters shall be one-two thousand+ a pop.

SyrupSpill/Anti-Blupressnts

You are in a hands-off warehouse for smugglers of both birds and drugs. They have a hostage in a crate, poetically named Insurgence, about to go onto the ship Infinite. Not to mention Human Trafficking; thus the Hostage. They are heavily armed Terrorist and they have Counter Agent Birds who are also armed.

You're informer has told you "You Do not have the Fifth Freedom" but you still have all of you're weapons and gadgets. You may kill animals and C. Spybirds

What do you do?

Agent Three (Blu)

I looked at the surrounding areas, I noticed a slip in the fence and I took the chance of it being electrical and slide right through it. I keyed the guards and I made a mental note of the appearance of the human; He had a standard militia gear with heavy Kevlar armor. He also had a AK-47 with a Beretta pistol. I smile at the amount of protection these fools had and I easily make my way to the front lawn and I keep my eye out for

I knew this was a simulation but I didn't have the License to kill anymore; so I can't terminate the targets. only get them knocked out and ready for the local authorities.

I can't get the hostage because I'm not a negotiator and I'm only a spy agent. So I only can kill the counter spies. The Bird Agents. I remember I can't fly so I decide to climb up a pipe leading to the second story window.

I hear snarling and I look to the left of the window and there's a dog sleeping. I grimaced and noted that they where animal people. I don't have the Fifth Freedom; but KI still have the right to silence the dog if he causes any problems.

In matter of fact; I threw a throwing pin cloaked in sleeping toxins. I hear the silent whine until I heard snoring once more. I pray hear that the agency are planning to use Dogs as weapons with a gun attacked to a vest.

That didn't sound promising for anyone on the opposing end.

I climb through the window sill and I kept the PSS in my wings and I kept it armed and ready. I saw a counter spybird and I kept my sights on him... or her. I kept low and walked throughout the crates, I smirked as I found the crate labeled Insurgence.

I opened the crate and took the needle out of my bag; I stuck it in her arm and injected her with the beacon mix and I stuck a feather to my beak; telling her to be quiet. She nodded and I looked back behind me and I took aim to the spybird. Where the brain was and I can quickly put him down.

I close the lid and I shot the spybird in the head; I quickly grabbed his/her body and I dragged it into another crate and made sure he was dead by giving him a few more shots in the heart.

I sighed; it was painful to do it but it was me or him dead. I quite like the chances of my survival; besides I'm not killing anyone anyways. I looked over the railings and I noticed a catwalk. I painfully heard our gun.

"What the crackers do I do?" I asked myself fixing my collar.

I made a yawn, stretching my beak as far as it would and breathed in heavily only to let it out softly. I made the note of I had to neutralize everyone here; I had knockout and teargas in my arsenal... Maybe if I apply both into the air conditioner I can effectively get them down? I thought of disregarding orders about flying but I then remembered what happened to Agent Syrup of the Bluejay Division when he disregarded that.

They burned a tag on his wing that labeled him as non-compliance and he's been snuffed out. They don't play this kind of thing so I got the idea of disregarding orders out of my birdbrain and I looked for a ladder or a zip line.

I hear footsteps behind me and I whip around only to find a wing to my face and a talon creeping up my belly; aiming for my jugular. I instantly grab the spybird's wing and twisted it in a arm breaking motion and I slammed my beak into his head. I looked into his eyes and he knows he's in for it. I saw fear in his eyes so I decided not to bring the talons in this and I proceeded to kill him cleanly. I hear a crack from the wing and a soft whine from him. I flip him over my shoulder, snapped his neck, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

I checked the damage of him and made the note of his wing broken and a skull fissure in his head. I notice my beak is red with blood from the wing-punch he gave me and the headbutt. I give him a bow and I graded myself; silently judging on how my defense and offense was. Don't get me wrong or call me a hypocrit; I hate killing but it's necessary if I want to live.
Sloppy.

You could've killed him and the other guys quickly with your expert marksmanship, but decided to follow orders and will be awarded a medallion when you return home.

I needed more practice in CQC but no matter right now; let's get to the air circulation so I can dump the gasses and knock them out and be done with the mission.

I feel regret, even though it's a holographic image, it felt too real. As if I was actually taking a life like that.
It's a simulation, get over it. I told myself but I can't get the look of fear out of my brain.

~Minutes Later~

Finally on the roof; I took out the cameras and the Counter Spybirds. I took the Teargas and deployed that first; I then used the sleeping gas to knock them out so the local athroities can come and check them out.

I climbed off the roof and made it back to my starting position and I stopped my watch.

"Mission Complete. Let's go home and get pissed."