Sorry if you failed to understand the first chapter. I'm not such a good writer. Hopefully the second one is better.

2nd Chapter

The Spy awoke to the opening bars of Beethoven's Symphony No. 9. That crocket..

Struggling to rise from the chair, he felt himself over. Broken bones? None. Internal bleeding? Unlikely. But to be sure, he asked the RED Medic who was seated beside him.

"Doktor, did I… you know.." The Spy made the throat-cutting gesture and stuck his tongue out.

"No. You're alive still, dummkopf,"

To prove his point, he slapped the Spy in the face. A stinging slap. Alive, then. But that rocket..

"There you go,"

"Maybe a more scientific way of testing next time, hmm?"

The Spy made to rise from his seat.

The Medic restrained him.

'Nein, nein! Don't get up, I know you have many questions, but anyways,"

The Medic clipped something to his finger that was hooked up to a machine. It was the first time the Spy noticed the damn thing.

"What is that?"

The first seeds of doubt sprang in his mind. The Spy knew that the Medic had a past, that his healing was only a side-show for the real things he did.

"Quiet please,"

The Spy tried to relax. I think too much. But it did his mind no good when he overheard the Medic muttering something, some 200 grams of this and that..

The Medic tested the syringe and walked over to the Spy.

"Hands off, doktor!"

" Now, now, you'll only feel a little," The Medic emphasized the word little. "prick,"

With that, he jabbed the needle into the Spy's arm. He stared in horror as his arm slowly went leaden. Paralysis. It spread like quickfire through his whole body.

Then it reached his brain. The Spy's sight blurred. He wasn't thinking straight. He babbled something about Armani suits. He blacked out.

The Medic grunted. One less problem to deal with. He hooked himself up to the machine.

"Done, Administrator!"

The Administrator emerged from the doorway. The Medic handed her a finger clip. She accepted and clipped it on her pinkie.

"Was the experiment a success?"

"Very much so,"

She smiled.

"Good. Because we already have a customer,"

The Administrator took out a detonator from a pocket. She depressed the 'DETONATE' button.

The room imploded.

Apologies for the very short 2nd chapter. I would say, blame the damned tests that are coming up, but sorry anyways. Updates will be slow.