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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Detective · #1004572
007-style superspy action... on a different scale.
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Chapter #2

Secret Agent Under Fire

    by: Unknown
Oh, how many times your missions have climaxed in crossfire you cannot begin to count, but always and without fail there is undeniable, unique thrill about it! Gunmen give chase from all sides, proving fatally frivolous pursuit in the end. Bullets scream through the sunrise, cutting mere air inches from your clean coattails. You can't help but give a grin.

Dashing down steadily sloping street, you hurdle over boxes and barrels of construction resources blocking the way. Landing in a ditch of upturned roadway, you shield yourself with these large obstructions and return fire on your desperate hunters. Pistol in hand, shots are exchanged, theirs against the thick skin of your shield, yours through the thin layer of their pantlegs. Two men fall and refuse to get up again.

Overhead, new disruptions rattle, more armed opponents scurrying across the vague semblance of scaffolding along the faces of worn buildings. Still resting your hands on your pistol, you glance at the partially exposed prize of this mission wrapped around wrist. Its small, innocent face peeks out from beneath your shirt. Its hands hold still against the cuff, but you won't be fooled. This can be no ordinary wristwatch. You would not have been asked on such a dangerous venture to steal it if it was.

A bullet rings a metal barrel bell beside you, and you jump to your feet. Running under one elevated framework of metal, you take careful aim to the opposite across the street. One by one, those men fall to rest on cold floor or tumble over the rail into the street, always a last shout to their name. You move ahead around a metal fence and give fire to the remaining pursuers, easily wiping them out as they huddle high above.

You stride along hurriedly but all the more confident in your safety and the success of this mission. Coming near the end of this destructive construction path, you secure your trusted pistol in its bed, and come to a relaxed stride. You look around at the waking city, impressed that you may have just saved it, along with the entire world. It really is incredible, truly it is.

A beep calls from your arm and you instinctively make to answer it, coming face to face with the new wristwatch once more. You accidentally trigger a button on its side, and are instantly awash in a warping light, the ticking of the clock growing louder and louder until your cover your ears and collapse.

You awake, moments later, dazed, confused, then realize you are no longer the agent you once were. "Oh, dear," you remark, passing your focus from one enormous object to the next on this still empty stretch of morning street. "It appears I've been greatly diminished." You study the watch, finding only the lone button, and understandably, you are hesitant about pressing it a second time, lest you shrink even further into the unknown. You look at your incredible surroundings once more, "My mission is only beginning here."
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