You slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?!” I nervously respond“It was in the factory… sir” “This can destroy a whole continent, what were you thinking!” He said. I find it easy to mess up on missions like this, they always send me the wrong locations. “Well this orange sphere needs to be kept safe, and it’s coming out of your paycheck check!” He angrily says.

“I’m giving you a new task, fail this and you’re done!” He says. “Yes… s-s-sir…” I say, still holding the other objects I have gotten from the factory. “And what is this?!” He says. He takes the bag out of my hand and finds countless weapons and armor. “Oh my god, we don’t fight we steal, you’re cut!”

Well great, I have no job and no one wants to hire someone who worked for the “organization.” “PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!!!!” The cops are at my door, this won’t end well. “You wouldn’t dare” I say. I grab my spy gear and disappear into the fog. Wanted posters everywhere, I mean, any fame is good fame but I still couldn’t have my identity known.

Bang! The cops are chasing me! I can’t have this happen! Bam! I have been tackled!

“What are you in for?” My cellmate says. Welp, I guess this is my life now.