Agent Spectre

The Gawking Agent

Behind me the door opens and a leather shoe slaps against the floor towards me, Agent Eighty-Four hands a small pile of files to the director.

“Here is everything that we have on him” He says as he takes a seat next to me, unbuttoning his grey blazer as he bends down into the chair.

The Director takes all of my known files and quickly scans through them as we sit in silence,

“He is the perfect candidate for this mission” Eighty-Four assures the Director, “Considering all those who have fled, I would not recommend anyone else for this”

The Director presses the button on her recorder once again,

“You accompanied Six on more missions than the majority of our agents here”

“I consider myself lucky for those opportunities” I admit.

The Director pulls out a piece of paper out of one of the files and sits it in front of me, on it a peer review sits, written by Spectre about me after our disastrous first mission together.

“Tell us about this mission”

1 year and 9 months ago

Sweat drools down my face as I duck, avoiding my partner’s quick baton. I retaliate by thrusting the point closest to him, towards his thigh, just as it is about to stab him his baton stops mine and thrusts mine into the air and lands with a thud behind me, his baton pokes my chest.

“You’re fast” My partner admits, “But you’re not fast enough, if you even want to be considered for some sort of league you will need to improve on your reflexes, if you find yourself in a match against some of the vile people out there without a gun and are not fast enough you will not see the light of the next day because your opponent will kill you without a second thought”

“Or I could try to flirt my way out of it” I say, mocking him.

My partner, Agent twelve better known as Eros due to his flirtatious and erotic methods that he prefers to use on any opponent who he deems as a target. Within the agency many inside jokes swam around, one of them being Eros who often would be teased by others by calling his smirk and gentleman’s area his best weapon.

Simultaneously our phones chirp, alerting us of someone requesting our presence. We share curious looks as we head towards the exit of the training room.

“I wonder what this mission entails” Eros thinks aloud, as he shoves his phone into his pants pocket.

Once we have gathered our luggage we head towards the allocated bunker for the mission, Bunker 9. When assigned a mission, a team or agent is allocated a bunker that is restricted to those involved with the mission, it is where information is gathered and stored and provides files and weapons necessary for the mission.

With a duffle in each of our hands we enter the bunker, with excitement as we walk down the stairs towards two other members. Before us two female agents stand, the one on the left fiddles with her gun, a bored expression sits on her face, the other’s eyes stick on us as we walk towards them.

“Great” I mumble when I recognise the agent on the left as Agent Six or better known as Spectre.

“Fifty-One” Eros greets with a flirtatious smirk, “We meet again”

She responds with a look of disgust, as she shifts her attention from him to me. She extends her hand,

“Agent Fifty-One”

I take her soft hand lightly, she responds with a firm grip,

“Forty-three”

“If it isn’t the gawking agent” Spectre announces with an unimpressed look.

Behind an unimpressed Spectre a screen comes alive, in the centre of the screen a bored looking Vice sits behind his desk, a packed bookshelf acts as his wallpaper.

“Good evening agents” He greets as we take our seats at a table that faces the large screen, “Thank you for meeting here at such a prompt time”

An image of a middle aged man appears on the screen,

“This is a former agent of Tempest, Damon Nicholls he was more of Tempest’s glorified I.T. guy than a field agent”

Eros leans towards me and whispers, “Ten bucks says this is a rescue”

I accept his challenge with a competitive grin.

“Damon was working on a chip that holds all the identities and information on all of our agents, this chip was taken three days ago and Damon went with it”

“Get ready to pay” Eros says.

“So Damon was taken?” Fifty One assumes.

“No, he found a buyer for the chip”

“Pay up” I whisper with a victorious grin.

“The four of you are needed to bring the chip back and ensure that nothing happens to it, it holds vital information that we do not have access to”

“What about Damon?” I ask.

“Bring him in, if he retaliates kill him” He says with a threatening tone, “On the screen is Damon’s last known location, find him and return the chip”

With that he leaves the screen and is replaced by hoards of information on Damon Nicholls, facts from his childhood to his parent’s marriage appears on the screen. For the remainder of the evening we gather information on Damon, we continue until the early hours of the morning with Spectre barking unfriendly orders, eventually we have a sufficient amount of information when Spectre instructs,

“Gather your duffels and weapons, you have an hour until we are up in the air”

The three of us happily oblige as we walk through the cool bunker and gather guns and pieces of technology that we hope may help. We all board the plane in black khakis and black combat boot with a vest strapped to our chests as we prepare for anything.

Once on the plane we take our seats, Eros and I sit across from each other, across from us Fifty-One sits alone with Spectre behind her. During the four hour flight, Eros and I keep ourselves busy as we make small talk and joke about immature things, Fifty-One and Spectre remain silent as they work on their laptops.

Eventually we land and rush towards our allocated safehouse, the house is a small cottage tucked away in the forest that boarders the town. The house is quiet and holds a warmness that my home could never hold.

Once our equipment is spread around the house in respective areas we gather at a table, a laptop sits open in front of Spectre,

“I have managed to tap into Damon’s phone, for a techie I expected more” Spectre announces, “On the opposite side of town there’s a small cluster of buildings that Damon seems to spend the majority of his time in”

“So let’s go and get the chip” Eros suggests as he comfortably leans back into his chair.

A glare like no other is sent towards Eros as a flame burns in Spectre’s eyes, slowly she closes her laptop with her glare stuck on a confident looking Eros.

“You imbecile” She spits, “You cannot merely go and get the chip, we need to have a plan that will help us acquire the chip and not get Damon killed”

I make the mistake of speaking up, “I thought Damon’s life was invaluable in this mission, as long as we acquire the chip”

I stop as her glare moves to me, the flames burn brighter in her vicious eyes.

“Vice was mistaken, we do not know how to use this chip as it is most likely protected by a password, the Director has given me strict instructions to ensure that he remains alive”

The Director’s pen continues to drag along the page, her brows stay knitted together as she remembers this disastrous mission as it had been her who had instructed Spectre to train me with the most torturous methods known to any agent.