Chapter 3: Heist or the champion of the sewer.
Meanwhile, while Arnold was giving his farewell speech, a young man had just knocked out a security guard and stolen his pass key. He swiped it through the reader and pushed open the heavy steel door. He was pretty underdressed for a spy, simply wearing a pair of dark green cargo pants, a black t-shirt and a pair of black rubber soled shoes. The most advanced thing he wore was a Kevlar vest with several pockets containing various tools of the trade. He closed the door behind him and stepped into the abandoned conference room. A few coffee mugs, a briefcase and some paper cluttered the conference table. If you didn't know what you were looking for, it would have looked like a normal, boring conference room. But the agent knew what he was looking for. He walked briskly across the room and over to the tall glass windows. Outside, the city was alive with lights like stars. The view was breathtaking, perfectly catching the nightlife of New York. The agent looked around the room then settled on a large swivel chair. He grabbed it and hurled it through the window, shattering it marvelously. The image of a dark night sky disappeared and was replaced by a stark white laboratory. The man stepped through the shattered hole and into the secret lab. He removed a camera from his pocket and began taking pictures. There were caged animals with bizarre physical mutations, several Petri dishes containing samples, and many other incriminating things. He took as many pictures as he could and went back into the faux conference room.
"I think he went this way!" A voice in the hall outside yelled.
The man cursed and ran over to the wall next to the door as it opened. Two security guards stormed into the room armed with handguns. The man slowly pushed the door closed.
"What the-"
Like a bolt of lightning, the man dashed forward and broke the wrist of the first guard; he then jerked the hand holding the pistol in the direction of the other guard and squeezed the trigger twice. The guard crumpled to the ground before he could get a shot off. The man sighed and dropped the unconscious guard and relieved them of their pistols and ammo. He needed to quit smoking, he was getting slow. An effective agent would have done that without being seen. He ducked out of the room and walked quickly down the hallway. He stepped inside an elevator that would take him back to the surface and out of the secret testing facility. As it began its long ascent his com-link chirped.
"I'm here… "
His superior informed him of his next assignment. The agent's eyebrows rose in minor surprise.
"Really? Okay."
The doors opened and he stepped out into the dark sewer tunnel. A rat scurried by followed by almost a dozen more.
"Did you find what you seek?" A voice in the darkness asked.
The man quickly drew a pistol, activated a UV flashlight on his wrist and shinned it down the tunnel. He saw a shape shift in the shadows away from the lights narrow beam. He sighed in relief and stuck the pistol back into his waistband.
"Yeah. Thanks S.K."
"And our deal?"
"Oh. Right." The man reached into the pocket of his dark green cargo pants and pulled out a small cigarette lighter.
"Enjoy." he said tossing the lighter to the sewer king.
"Ahhh! A fire starter!" the sewer king exclaimed. "Now me and my children will never worry about going cold in our dark kingdom." He declared as the rats pooled around his feet.
"Uh… yeah. Enjoy. I'm gonna go now. You stay here… away from me." The man said.
"But where will you go great champion of the sewer?" the sewer king asked.
The man checked his PDA. It lit up as feed from a satellite showed a football headed kid helping an old woman into a beat up car that looked like it came straight from the depression.
"My next job." He said.