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Secret Agent Dean

His head hurt and his eyes were incredibly heavy .

Dean kept his eyes closed for a while longer hoping to reduce the pain that came from the heaviness .

When he did eventually open his eyes , the first thing he saw was his backpack lying ahead of him .

Shit !

Dean rushed up and swayed , vertigo hitting him .

He waited for the swoon to wear off and then stumbled to his bag , the contents had been strewn around .

The protein bars , water and his book were gone , only the emergency regeneration kit and his flashlight were left .

His bow and arrows were gone too .

Dean groaned loudly , nothing was going the right way .

He needed to study the journal that his cousin had left for him instead of a good enough weapon .

And all of the references his cousin had been making to his Dad did not go forgotten .

Dean ' needed ' that book .

He touched the back of his head and felt fluid , he brought his fingers from behind him to examine it , blood .

He took his fingers back tracing where exactly he had been cut from , he found it soon , a small cut .

Dean stopped checking his head when he noticed a pattern on the ground around him .

The ground was covered by leaves but it seemed that one of the men that had attacked him had been dragging his own weapon , it had made a distinct pattern on the ground .

Dean packed his emergency regeneration kit up and slung the bag behind him .

He began to follow the trail , it led deeper Into the trees but after a while Dean could hear voices .

He stepped between the trees and began to follow the voices to where they were .

They were in a small clearing , five of them , all men .

Dean spotted Tarzan from earlier , he was laying on a blanket while the rest lounged about in pairs .

Dean found his mechanical bow next , it was laying next to Tarzan who had obviously claimed it as his own .

The satch for the arrows lay next to him .

At the other end , a backpack lay on the floor and on it , a forte had been built out of protein bars , more protein bars than what five people could have owned , Dean was definitely not their first victim .

The bottled waters had also been used to make a water forte and his book had been opened up and used as a roof .

Dean slunk back into the trees thinking of how to get his book back .

He could wait till they decided to go on their next hit but that would probably only take off two of the men or three , they would leave at least two of them to watch their stolen goods .

Theirs was a strategy too , except it wasn't foolproof .

They probably intended to wait out the seven days while relying on stolen food .

It was either they were not aware of the games pyramid scheme or they were pretending not to be aware .

Sooner or later , they would try to out each other and whoever was the last man standing would be so weak that even the wind would knock him out of the pyramid .

Dean bent down and took off his backpack .

The only thing he had in it was the regenerative kit , Dean set it aside and stared at it .

Regenerative kits were not your average first aid kit , they were emergency kits for situations where medical help might be hard to come by .

Dean opened it up .

The first thing that caught his eye was a plastic container , he opened it and smiled beautifully .

The plastic container had a shiny scalpel , two syringes , an auto injection that was probably epinephrine , a lancet and an infusion set .

Dean said a quick prayer of thanks , unable to believe his luck .

Dean was studying to be a paramedic , it was the perfect job for him .

He had flexible times , it did not cost as much as actual medicine and he was fine tuned enough to know everything about his sister's health .

And this regeneration kit could not have fallen into better hands .

A small glass bottle at the bottom of the kit caught Dean's eye .

He lifted the bottle up to examine the clear liquid that was in it , Dean had a feeling he knew what it was .

He opened the bottle slightly and put it to his nose , it had a familiar odor .

Dean almost laughed out , the organizers of this game were assholes .

But , right now he was thankful for them.

Now , all he had to do was seperate the men that huddled together in the opening .

The regeneration kit caught Dean's eyes again , it was made of steel .

It could make just enough noise to attract his attackers .

Dean took out the scalpel and made a small tear on the hem of his shirt , with the tear he was able to rip out a long piece of his shirt that he tore into four pieces .

He pushed them into the breast pockets of his kevlar and packed everything he didn't need into the backpack .

He emptied the kit too , leaving just the steel box on the floor .

He picked up three stones and threw them on the box consequently before hiding .

Sure enough , one of the men came to check it out , he was not holding a rifle but a baseball bat .

Dean had taken that Into probability .

He waited for the man to focus on the box before he came out of his hiding spot .

The man whirled around fast , lifting his bat at the same time .

Dean raised his right leg , bending it just as he had been taught and sent his kneecap into the man's face .

His nose scrunched beneath Dean's knee and his blood splattered over Dean's pants .

Dean bent down immediately and pressed the piece of his shirt that he had filled with chloroform into the man's nose .

He struggled briefly before giving up .

Dean immediately got to work moving his limp body , his folks would be here in a bit to check out their friend in roughly around two minutes .

Scratch that , Dean paused what he had been doing as he stared at two men that were looking between Dean and the limp body he had been pulling .

Humans had always been the problems of probability calculations.

The second man pulled out his gun from the back of his pants and Dean ran between the trees .

He began to shoot , his bullets ricocheting through the trees.

Dean ran in a zigzag pattern , praying they didn't notice what he was doing .

He brought out the scalpel he had kept in his pocket and held it tightly.

He suddenly turned around and headed for them .

From where they stood , it probably looked like he was still running away .

When he was close enough , he threw the scalpel .

He had no time to check if it had hit target but there was no longer any gunfire and one of the men was wailing like a newborn .

Suddenly a long chain came at him , Dean ducked but it took off his backpack .

Dean had jumped forward when he ducked , he was close enough to stab the chain thrower with an empty syringe needle .

The man yelled and lifted his Injured leg to plant it on Dean's face , Dean rolled away , wrapping his hands around the injured limb and pulling it as he rolled down.

The man fell down in a heap and Dean scrambled over him ,his arm around the man's neck , he couldn't reach his chloroformed pieces of clothes , so he could only hope that this hold did what it was supposed to do .

The man was stronger than Dean had anticipated , he pushed Dean over and kicked him in the base of his stomach .

Dean groaned and jumped up when all he wanted to do was curl up .

He punched the man's large face and ran behind him , he kicked the man's legs from behind him , leaving the man to fall to his knees .

Now , Dean put his arms around the man's neck and pushed slightly till his body grew limp .

Dean let his body fall to the ground and ran ahead , grabbing his backpack and the kit as he ran .

The other guy that had been shooting had run off while Dean's attention had been on the other man .

Dean found him not far off , the scalpel had planted itself in the man's thigh and he was running while dragging the other leg behind him .

The man turned around and saw Dean coming , he began to move faster , running to avoid Dean , Dean's distance from the man widened some more .

Dean pushed his feet to move faster too and raised the kit when he reached close enough to hit the man .

He brought the kit down heavily on the man's head and when the man fell to the ground weakly like his friend from earlier , Dean used all of his energy to kick the man's head .

The man's body fell to the ground , he would wake up with a nasty bump on the head .

When Dean lifted his face from the man's slumped body , he yelped softly and jumped back .

May was in his face and he had not heard her come .

She looked from him to the body on the ground .

" I did not want to believe it when I saw those other poor fellows and a piece of your combat fatigues laying between those men but darling , this is pretty damning evidence ", She said with a grin on her face .

Dean blinked , he was lost .

Evidence of what ?

And where was Blade ?

He looked around .

" Where is Blade ? ", he asked .

" He is taking a dump ", She replied dismissively , wanting to focus on other matters .

Dean frowned , he had not wanted to know that .

" Anyways , Blade was taking a dump and I was keeping watch when we heard this noise , I came to check it out and first, I see two men knocked out cold and then I come forward and see you darling , delivering a kick that could knock a man's head off " , She began to explain a tale he had not asked her for , gesticulating as she told him this tale .

She clapped as she laughed , her hair bouncing around her .

Dean glared at her and she stopped laughing. She shrugged carelessly , Dean ignored her and began to walk back to the clearing .

Suddenly , an explosion threw both of them back, shaking the trees and Dean's consciousness , he fell to the ground and closed his eyes immediately .

He remembered that his head had been bleeding earlier as he zoned out .

He should have attended to his head first was what he thought of last .

Another dent in his probability reading of getting his journal back.

Humans were truly unpredictable.