Chapter Two
I had never known Agents to be stupid, ever. This one however, as it leapt towards me,
meaning to crush my head in with it's shoe, had to be the dumbest one I have ever seen. I rolled
back to avoid the bullet-ridden body as it hit the ground, transforming into a dead officer. I leapt
to my feet and looked at Puma, who held his smoking uzi.
"Thanks," I said, picking up my 12mm uzi and surveying the scene. "Let's head in."
I stepped over a dead police officer and walked towards the warehouse. Puma met me
and we opened the doors. Three police officers were in my immediate view so they were the
first to go down. Four ran in, firing their revolvers, making short work for me and Puma. I
dropped the spent 12mm and looked at Puma, pulling out two 9mm Wz 63 Machine Pistols. At,
least, I thought that was what they were, since I was focusing more on the officers and the Agent
pulling out his own pistol. I leapt into the air as the Agent fired. I was vaguely aware of Puma
yelling "Get Daggert and them!" as I emptied the guns at the officers and at the Agent. I dropped
them as the Agent, unharmed, leapt up to meet me. I whirled, catching him on the mouth, as we
met. I flew to the opposite side, sure that was a few ribs that the Agent had cracked. I quickly
got a hold of myself and landed. Pulling out two .44 Auto Mags, I surveyed the building as I
strafed, firing. The building was large and square, with two floors connected by elevators leading
to railways attached to each side. In one of the doors on the railway was Daggert and his friend,
whose name I always forget. First of all, though, with the police officers calling back-up, I'd have
to take out them. Puma was doing his job fine so I decided to help him. I dropped the two Mags
as I leapt, touching the walls as I ran. The next weapons out of my coat were two 9mm C1s. I
had time to savour one officer staring in shock as I flipped off the wall, firing as I went vertical,
taking out three of them. I landed and dropped them as I brought my hands up to block the
powerfists of the Agent, who moved in faster then I could jump. I kneed him in the chest twice,
allowing me enough leverage to whirl, breaking the hold he had on me. I whirled in mid-air,
roundhousing him. I landed and recieved a punch from him which sent me flying across the
room. I slapped out my hands as I came to recieve the wall and, slamming my feet into it, used
enough of the momentum to launch me up the wall and onto the first floor railway. The five
officers in front of me went down under two blazing Defender revolvers. Dropping them and
pulling out two 7.65mm Skorpions, I noticed Puma staring upwards. I looked up at the second
floor, where police officers were pouring out. Bingo, I thought. That's where they were.
"Look out!" Puma yelled and I launched myself sideways, catching only the graze of the
Agent's leg. I drove a desperate punch and leapt back, firing my Skorpions. The bullets tore up
the rail, the railway and the police behind the Agent, but apparently the Agent was well enough to
drive up and through the upper railway. It's not real, I thought and the pain lessened. But there
was still the pain. In revenge, I blew the Agent's head away as he stuck it through the hole I
made. I reloaded the twin 7.65mm PP Walthers and looked towards the door the police were
coming through. I put the Walthers back into my coat - they were the only weapons I had left,
save my Browning - and ran towards the police. The first only had time to yell a warning as I
leapt up, driving a foot into his solar plexus and the second into his cheekbone. I flipped in mid-
air, kicking two of the officer's revolvers through their holsters. I completed the flip, caught the
revolvers, spun them on my hands and emptied them into the mass of officers. Dropping the
spent guns, I grabbed the last officer's head and smashed it against the rail, sending blood
exploding over it. I turned towards the door and opened it. The next thing I knew, I was lying in
the remains of a window, all the way on the other side of the railway, seeing the two Agents walk
out.
This had to be the day for stupidity, on all sides. I was stupid to walk casually into a
room with two Agents in it and the two Agents were stupid to leave Daggert and whatshisface. I
just had to stall them, I thought, and Daggert should be up and running. I leapt to my feet as the
Agents pulled out their weapons.
Oh, crap.
I leapt backwards, through the window, as the bullets shot by me. I caught onto the
ledge and flipped upwards, kicking through the side of the window, sending bricks onto the
railway.
Alright, Agents, it's Go-time!
I kicked a brick into the air and shot it at the Agents with my foot. The Agent calmly
chopped it into pieces. I did it to another one as I whipped up the twin Walthers. The Agent did
the same and I was in the air, firing the Walthers at them.
They moved too damn fast!
I threw my empty Walthers at them and aimed a jump-kick for their faces. They
sidestepped out of the way and caught my leg.
Did I say crap before? Cause THIS was crap!
I hit the ground hard and I lay there. I looked up with blurry eyes to the second floor
where they had thrown me off of. I rolled backwards to my feet and backed up as one of the
Agents leapt to the ground floor. I backed off until I was side to side with Puma, who had
finished reloading a 12 Gauge Beretta Shotgun. The Agent smiled as Puma fired, which I took to
be a bad sign. The Agent leapt into the air and soared up over us. Grabbing a chain attached to
the ceiling, the Agent landed and whipped the chain out, cutting the shotgun in half as it fired and
knocking Puma down to the ground, an ugly red welt across his cheek, which was slowly
evaporating as we had been trained whenever we were hurt. It's not real, it's not real, that was
our mantra. It had better healing powers then modern medicine. I had healed a broken leg with
that.
The Agent shot forward and picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall.
"Humans," it said, mockingly, as I pulled out my .38 Browning and spattered what was
left of it's black heart against the floor. I landed and picked up Puma. A large bang from above
sent me looking up to the first floor. Daggert had indeed escaped and was standing over the first
Agent with a revolver in hand.
"Good work!" I yelled and flipped up my phone.
"Operator," Maybell said.
"Exit, got Daggert, need, now," I stammered.
"There's one of thirty-first. Hotel," she replied.
"Okay," I said, putting the phone up and staring at the door as it opened.
The two Agents walked in and pulled out their pistols.
"Crap,"
We got running.
I had never known Agents to be stupid, ever. This one however, as it leapt towards me,
meaning to crush my head in with it's shoe, had to be the dumbest one I have ever seen. I rolled
back to avoid the bullet-ridden body as it hit the ground, transforming into a dead officer. I leapt
to my feet and looked at Puma, who held his smoking uzi.
"Thanks," I said, picking up my 12mm uzi and surveying the scene. "Let's head in."
I stepped over a dead police officer and walked towards the warehouse. Puma met me
and we opened the doors. Three police officers were in my immediate view so they were the
first to go down. Four ran in, firing their revolvers, making short work for me and Puma. I
dropped the spent 12mm and looked at Puma, pulling out two 9mm Wz 63 Machine Pistols. At,
least, I thought that was what they were, since I was focusing more on the officers and the Agent
pulling out his own pistol. I leapt into the air as the Agent fired. I was vaguely aware of Puma
yelling "Get Daggert and them!" as I emptied the guns at the officers and at the Agent. I dropped
them as the Agent, unharmed, leapt up to meet me. I whirled, catching him on the mouth, as we
met. I flew to the opposite side, sure that was a few ribs that the Agent had cracked. I quickly
got a hold of myself and landed. Pulling out two .44 Auto Mags, I surveyed the building as I
strafed, firing. The building was large and square, with two floors connected by elevators leading
to railways attached to each side. In one of the doors on the railway was Daggert and his friend,
whose name I always forget. First of all, though, with the police officers calling back-up, I'd have
to take out them. Puma was doing his job fine so I decided to help him. I dropped the two Mags
as I leapt, touching the walls as I ran. The next weapons out of my coat were two 9mm C1s. I
had time to savour one officer staring in shock as I flipped off the wall, firing as I went vertical,
taking out three of them. I landed and dropped them as I brought my hands up to block the
powerfists of the Agent, who moved in faster then I could jump. I kneed him in the chest twice,
allowing me enough leverage to whirl, breaking the hold he had on me. I whirled in mid-air,
roundhousing him. I landed and recieved a punch from him which sent me flying across the
room. I slapped out my hands as I came to recieve the wall and, slamming my feet into it, used
enough of the momentum to launch me up the wall and onto the first floor railway. The five
officers in front of me went down under two blazing Defender revolvers. Dropping them and
pulling out two 7.65mm Skorpions, I noticed Puma staring upwards. I looked up at the second
floor, where police officers were pouring out. Bingo, I thought. That's where they were.
"Look out!" Puma yelled and I launched myself sideways, catching only the graze of the
Agent's leg. I drove a desperate punch and leapt back, firing my Skorpions. The bullets tore up
the rail, the railway and the police behind the Agent, but apparently the Agent was well enough to
drive up and through the upper railway. It's not real, I thought and the pain lessened. But there
was still the pain. In revenge, I blew the Agent's head away as he stuck it through the hole I
made. I reloaded the twin 7.65mm PP Walthers and looked towards the door the police were
coming through. I put the Walthers back into my coat - they were the only weapons I had left,
save my Browning - and ran towards the police. The first only had time to yell a warning as I
leapt up, driving a foot into his solar plexus and the second into his cheekbone. I flipped in mid-
air, kicking two of the officer's revolvers through their holsters. I completed the flip, caught the
revolvers, spun them on my hands and emptied them into the mass of officers. Dropping the
spent guns, I grabbed the last officer's head and smashed it against the rail, sending blood
exploding over it. I turned towards the door and opened it. The next thing I knew, I was lying in
the remains of a window, all the way on the other side of the railway, seeing the two Agents walk
out.
This had to be the day for stupidity, on all sides. I was stupid to walk casually into a
room with two Agents in it and the two Agents were stupid to leave Daggert and whatshisface. I
just had to stall them, I thought, and Daggert should be up and running. I leapt to my feet as the
Agents pulled out their weapons.
Oh, crap.
I leapt backwards, through the window, as the bullets shot by me. I caught onto the
ledge and flipped upwards, kicking through the side of the window, sending bricks onto the
railway.
Alright, Agents, it's Go-time!
I kicked a brick into the air and shot it at the Agents with my foot. The Agent calmly
chopped it into pieces. I did it to another one as I whipped up the twin Walthers. The Agent did
the same and I was in the air, firing the Walthers at them.
They moved too damn fast!
I threw my empty Walthers at them and aimed a jump-kick for their faces. They
sidestepped out of the way and caught my leg.
Did I say crap before? Cause THIS was crap!
I hit the ground hard and I lay there. I looked up with blurry eyes to the second floor
where they had thrown me off of. I rolled backwards to my feet and backed up as one of the
Agents leapt to the ground floor. I backed off until I was side to side with Puma, who had
finished reloading a 12 Gauge Beretta Shotgun. The Agent smiled as Puma fired, which I took to
be a bad sign. The Agent leapt into the air and soared up over us. Grabbing a chain attached to
the ceiling, the Agent landed and whipped the chain out, cutting the shotgun in half as it fired and
knocking Puma down to the ground, an ugly red welt across his cheek, which was slowly
evaporating as we had been trained whenever we were hurt. It's not real, it's not real, that was
our mantra. It had better healing powers then modern medicine. I had healed a broken leg with
that.
The Agent shot forward and picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall.
"Humans," it said, mockingly, as I pulled out my .38 Browning and spattered what was
left of it's black heart against the floor. I landed and picked up Puma. A large bang from above
sent me looking up to the first floor. Daggert had indeed escaped and was standing over the first
Agent with a revolver in hand.
"Good work!" I yelled and flipped up my phone.
"Operator," Maybell said.
"Exit, got Daggert, need, now," I stammered.
"There's one of thirty-first. Hotel," she replied.
"Okay," I said, putting the phone up and staring at the door as it opened.
The two Agents walked in and pulled out their pistols.
"Crap,"
We got running.