"God, someone help me…" Max pleaded as he rapped the wound on his shoulder with a piece of his shirt. He had taken cover in an abandon building near the FBI grounds thinking he could be safe around the highly protected location. For now…
He could hear the steps of the agents come and go. Sooner or later, he knew he would be discovered. But then who would he turn to. He thought all the people he knew would only get in the way… and be killed.
But what he didn't know that two specific friends were secret FBI assassins. And they were coming for him. To help him. To assist him though his time of death. And only the heavens know if his other known friends would provide more protection or just be set in danger.
Max sat in the isolated area… alone.
"Coordinated stated he'd be in here." said an unknown voice beyond the door.
The doors were kicked down and Max staied quiet thinking it was the assassin.
"Max! Max!" said another voice. He caught a quick glimpse at the perpetrators. What? He revealed himself from the shadows.
It was 396 and 582. 582 saw the wound on his shoulder. "He's injured. We need a medic here now. Coordinates 602-599. Flesh wound to the shoulder." 582 shouted into a radio. "Medic reporting. Agent numbers and who is injured?" the radio crackled. "Agents 396 and 582. Injured subject: Maximilliano Loza." 396 answered into the radio.
Both could hear the panic and rush though the radio and the faint yells to hurry because Agents 396's and 582's request. "A medic will arrive momentarily." The radio crackled once more and went silent.
"Come Maximillion." said 582. "Who are you?" he questioned. "The good guys," said 396. Max looked at them with a puzzled face.
"Angela and Carlos…" 396 muttered. Max looked at them in shock. Can it be? Is it's really them? he thought.
"But we will always be advised as 582 and 396. We do not need the enemy to know our identities..." 582 quickly added and the threw a gun on the floor. "Take it." 582 added
"You'll need it..."