"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 enter your ride." Mr. Noir explained. Agent Kennedy uncapped the vile and guzzled it down in a matter of seconds. "I hate this job.."

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. I thought of all our memories we shared. The late night talks about our families, the bracelets we'd make with scrapped string from discarded uniforms, and the argument we had before this very moment. I lifted his right arm and untied the string bracelet on his wrist. Goodbye Marc.

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 were never not okay sweetheart! It´s just placebo. here take this.¨ She placed a cup of water on my bedside table. I mutter a small thanks and she leaves. Just placebo. The words echoed through my mind. Something is wrong with me and I was the only person who seemed to notice. I knew they were hiding something from me. I took the glass of water and gulped it down. I sigh heavily. What if I closed my eyes?.. A wink of sleep. Just for a moment.. The heart monitor immediately goes asystole. ¨Goodbye sweetheart!¨ The doctor smiles.

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 through his head. Taking a quick glance around, he finds it. A wall of bricks. Just as the bullet goes off, he leaps behind it. He lands hard, a sharp pain coursing through his arm. "Its just the adrenaline wearing off.." he reasures himself quietly. "pain is temporary, death is forever."