Agent Johnson pushed open a pair of large doors and revealed General Weaver's office. The good general sat at his desk with a blaster in hand.
"Back up!", he threatened.
Johnson stood still and replied, "I need that information."
"What information? I don't know what your talking about," Weaver growled. Man, he was bad liar.
"I know you have it, now give it to me before I have to kill you, old man," the agent told him.
"Over my dead body!", the general snapped.
"So be it," Agent Johnson nodded sadly.
The agent leapt up and grabbed the ceiling just as Weaver fired. He then landed in the ground and he rushed at the general, whom fired at him and missed. Johnson slid over the desk and tackled General Weaver, whom kicked him off of him and pointed the blaster at his head.
"I'll kill you," he hissed.
"I know," Johnson said before rolling and knocking the general on his knees. He then kicked him in the back of the head and he was laying on the ground. He sighed, "I'm sorry." He pulled out his blaster and shot him in the head, the blood staining the floor quickly.
He grabbed the generals laptop and quickly downloaded al the classified information he had on there, then he deleted it. No one else needed to know these secrets.
Agent Johnson sent a sad glance at Weaver's body and told him, "I'm sorry. You forced my hand. In another lifetime, maybe you'd have made the right choices." With that, the agent left, his trench coat flowing behind him coolly. He makes it look cooler than Dib ever can.
"Hey!", Dib complained off screen.