I know it's short, but I literally went on a writing spree and pooped this out in five minutes. And I just want to say I'm sorry for abandoning this for so long.

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Frank and Joe shot each other furtive glances as they walked down the dimly lit corridor.

The man in front of them hadn't spoken a word, hadn't even acknowledged them. The whole place was eerily silent, which didn't help loosen the knot that had formed in Joe's stomach.

What's this about? Joe mouthed to Frank, who shook his head.

Suddenly, the man in front of them stopped, and knocked smartly on a door to the left.

"Come in," A voice called. The man turned around to face them, and tilted his head towards the door.

Joe swallowed, and pushed open the door. He shuffled into the room, followed closely by his brother, who shut the door behind him. They both turned as one to finally get an eyeful of the mysterious head of ATAC, whom they knew only as Q.

That morning, an attractive girl about their age had shown up at their door with a package. After bluntly rebuffing Joe's attempts to flirt, she handed over the package and promptly disappeared. Joe was bewildered, but then he opened the package. It was a game CD, which meant a message from the ATAC.

After barricading themselves in Frank's room (Frank had the better computer) they inserted the disk and waited. But instead of a mission, there was a simple message waiting for them, that specified a time and place for a meeting.

They were picked up by a black car with tinted windows.

How cliché, Joe had thought. The drive had been short, and they walked into an inconspicuous building, flanked by burly men.

And now, they were standing in front of the man himself. The head of ATAC.

"Hello, boys," He smiled. "Why don't you take a seat? We have much to discuss.

"As you might have guessed, the girl, who succumbed to a gunshot wound three days ago, was one of ours."


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