Ok. I'm going to hurry up and finish this story...
"Yeah...pull the trigger." I tried to sound as bored as I could, even though I felt the bullet ripping through my life as I spoke.
"you know what I hate? Kids who talk after their dead."
"You know what I know?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "That there is no way on earth you will find any SIT that can even FAKE being me. I'm too hard to explain. I have to many friends and inside jokes. You guys weren't going to replace me because you couldn't for the life of you break into my diary. Trust me, Cannon over there all ready tried."
"You're a cocky little-"
"Call me whatever you want, but I'm not a liar. Pull the trigger and this whole operation goes down the drain."
He tensed, then lowered the gun. "March maggots!"
I hid my sigh of relief as he, and the agent holding Midnight Sky, marched us out of the vell.
"Hold hands you three, and raise them above your heads, no talking."
I clasped Cannon's hand, and he took Midnight's. We rose them above our heads and glance at each other.
Cannon's hand was grimy with cold sweat. I allowed myself a little grin.
"You're nervous." I hooted in German.
"NO talking in foreign languages."
"So those idiots can't understand us?" I asked in Swahili.
"They really got to train their agents better." Cannon agreed in Spanish.
I knew we had to keep the upperhand, even when we were down. It was the only way we stood a chance. If we kept our confidence, they would think we knew something. Chief would be here in the morning and we needed every spare second.
"What are we going to do?" I asked in French, with a laugh like I was just insulting them.
"They got a store room down the hall." Midnight Sky made a face. "We could sneak in there and play like we're one of the copies?"
I smirked. That was so stupid. So stupid that I knew it would work, but that didn't make it any less stupid.
"Where are you taking us?" I asked the agent.
"Why should I tell you?" He tried to get me vulnerable.
"Because I'm going to push this button if you don't." Midnight replied happilly.
"What is that?"
Midnight yanked out a little joystick that I immidiatly recognized as the attatchment we added to Maxell to play tetris.
"Um. A...how do you say it Cannon?" He asked with his trademark swank smirk.
"OoOoOo. I REMEMBER!" Cannon agreed. "It's the bomb we planted under Agent One's office in case they got us in the cell!"
"Oh yeah. When they were pretending to be all tough, and all this time we could blow everything up, they thought their guns were going to get us!" I forced a laugh.
"Considering they're not loaded." Midnight Sky noted.
In the confusing moment, Midngiht Sky jumped on top of his agents, and Cannon jumped on top of his.
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"Gee. That was fun." Cannon looked at the two stone-out-cold agents down on the floor below them.
"Now this is a nice gun." Midnight Sky twirled it by the safetly.
"You guys to realize this is like car thieves playing with the cops gun in their offices right?" I asked.
"Relax girl. You're going to enjoy this." Cannon looked down at their uniforms. "Midnight, do you think this guy is my size. I'm a waist 31."
"I'm a waist 30." Midnight blew on his nails and shined them on his shirt.
"I used to be eight pounds six ounces, you don't see me bragging about it. Change into that and we'll plan from there." I snapped.
They laughed and began stripping the two down to their underwear.
I turned and began checking the ammo on my gun.
"Hey Silver." Cannon began in a sing-song voice.
"Don't. Even. Try. It. Cannon." I replied evenly.
There were snickering still when they finished changing.
"I don't have to grease my hair back like this fool do I?" Midnight Sky asked.
Boys will be boys.
