*"What?"* Agent Kennedy exclaimed as he looked down at the floor. His boss, Mr. Noir picked up the old boot and set it on the desk. "I said, you will be riding in this boot for your mission." "But sir-" "No but's, Taylor. You begged me for a mission. You have to comply." He handed him a vile with fuschia colored liquid. Agent Kennedy raised a brow. "What is that?" "It'll make you small enough to e...

I fought back tears welling in my eyes as I stood over his limp body, The soil under him dry and cracked. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, furthering the difficulty to breathe. The battle raged around me; my ears rang. *You have to leave him.* My commander's words surged through my head. I couldn't go, not yet. I hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye. I knelt beside him and closed his eyes. ...

Blue and red spots danced in front of my eyes as I lay still on the hospital bed. My vision was blurred, I heard distinct conversation and the beeps of my heart monitor. A doctor walked into my room, a clear grimace on her face. ¨Am I going to be okay?¨ I tried sitting up but failed, my frail body struggling to carry its own weight. Her frown immediately changed to an obviously fake smile. ¨You we...

He looks down at his chest, his pulse quickening each second that goes by. Time seems to slow. Everything becomes a blur. *the dot* He is stunned, stuck with nothing but the deafening silence, the shooter, and his own thoughts. His first instincts are to run, but that would result in a cowardly death. He knows better than that. *scope the scenery. Use your resources* his generals words echo throug...