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Another agent stepped into the room. He had long, black hair that was combed to the side. But something was suspicious. Something was missing…..but he couldn't find out what it was. Dumbstruck, he looked away. He should have kept his eyes on him. A faint PSHHHT echoed the room. The agent sitting down fell forward, a wide hole went through his head, turning the sides of his head crimson read. Then he felt the cold steel of a heavy metal object. It was a gun.

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Alex huffed and puffed as he jogged up the hill, dried mud clinging to his new sneakers. He slammed his foot against the rock, shaking off all of the access dirt. He had been running up this hill foe the past hour, looking for any signs of life. Alex took a few steps forward and collapsed, gaping for air. But he couldn't stop. Not now. He had to keep on going.

Alex pushed himself up, arm aching. He walk forward, his feet began to wobble. He continued forward, going up and around the hill. The dirt path had become a bare rock path, some rocks even jutting out like knives. He looked around. He had just come to a bridge, one that didn't look very stable. It was lopsided, and only a few, dry, cracked pieces of wood with huge gaps in between. "Maybe I should head back." Alex mumbled to himself. No. I walked too far. I'm not going to head back down.

Maybe he could make camp. That would work. But, he had nothing to make camp. Alex quickly unzipped his backpack that hung from his back, looking for anything useful inside of it. What he found was a blanket, a very small one, lots of extra clothes, and a pocket knife. Alex laid down the blanket on the ground, not to be used as a cover but as a cushion to the ground. He used his clothes as a pillow, actually more comfortable than he though. Alex was exhausted, so as soon as he rested his head the world turned into a swirling mass of blackness, then he was asleep.

"Move and you die." Were the man's first words. Blunt nearly had a heart attack, more scared in his life than he ever had been. He instantly raised his hands and shouted "I don't know anything." In a loud and startled voice.

The robber shot his gun, missing Blunt purposely by inches. "Look, I know you're lying so just spit it out. Were are the MI6 headquarters?" the man said, calm, gun not even shaking in his hands. "Pl-Please, d-d-don't do thi-i-is!" Blunt whined, scared half to death. "If you tell me, I'll be on my way and you will be unharmed." The man smiled. "N-no." Blunt said and held his head low. "Fine." The Man said. He moved his gun to be pointing right at Blunt's chest, a red dot appearing on his chest. The man tightened the trigger and….

"WAIT!" Blunt shouted. "I'll tell you. Just don't hurt me. The headquarters are at the Royal and General Bank. Please believe me." Blunt quieted to a whisper.

"I believe you." The man said.

"Thank you, thank you thank you THANK YOU!" Blunt shouted something unlikely to be heard from by Blunt.

"Oh, and one more thing," The said sullenly, "thanks."

And fired a shot.

Alex was awoken by a twig snapping. He lazily got up, and looked around. No bears. He snickered to himself. Bears. Here? He was going up a hilltop that surrounded by nothing but a four-hundred foot freefall into the woods. But then he frowned. What the hell can be here? He asked himself, peering into the lit walkway. He looked at all sides when……

He noticed the lights. Lots of them. Not torches, but actual lamps dangling from the walkway. There must be someone living here. Alex could see well, but couldn't see anything that would make that sound. Then he heard a 'shing' that made him jump out of his covers and crouch into a fighting position. Alex still couldn't see what was happening, squinting his eyes into the darkness.

He felt a heavy weight slam onto his shoulders, collapsing him not from the weight only but from the four hour sleep. Alex laid on the ground, petrified, eyes burning because he was looking straight up into a light. Alex could see a sillhouse figure of a sword, a huge man, with rippling muscles, towering over Alex. The sword raced down, Alex spinning out of the way. The sword hit the ground quicker than expected, slicing a small cut in Alex's side. Alex staggered up, momentarily blinded. It was a nightmare being not able to see. Alex did a bunch of random moves, hoping to dodge the sword. Another slash and Alex could feel his stomach nearly rip open, blood soaking through his T-shirt. Alex stumbled back in pain, then another slash and he could feel his heart freezing from the wind. Alex fell backwards onto a wooden surface, which Alex thought was the bridge. Alex could just barely see, watching the man approach the bridge. "No trespassing." He said and pointed his sword to a dirty sign that read what he just said. "And this isn't one of the places where we send you off to the police," the man grinned, "we kill."

Alex shivered. He was practically dead already. The man raised the sword, then let down a massive cut that severed the rope holding up the bridge. Alex blinked, saw black, then red, then he freefell four-hundred feet.

So wadda think. Sorry for the delay. I got cought up in homework.

Next chapter should come by the end of this month.