Memories

After Taylor left the room, John approached me.
"Hey, I didn't upset you, did I?"
"What do you mean?"
"When I said it makes you less of a target."
"No, it just brought back some unwanted memories."
"You know you can talk to me anytime?"
"Yeah, I just don't want to cause you trouble, not again. But what's the idea of pairing me up with another agent?"
"We were thinking about recruiting him to the CIA for a while now. And with the recent happenings, we thought you could use someone to watch your back."
"Yeah, but a kid? He's like what, twenty-five? That makes me fifteen years his senior. You know what happens to people who are close to me."
"He'll be fine. Agent Taylor knows how to watch out for himself. Just, keep an eye on him for a while. You are right. He's a bit green."
"Ha, don't worry. I will."

Six-thirty Sharp

Tick-tock tick-tock. Half past six and no Agent Taylor. On the other side of his desk, Astor twiddled his thumbs idly. "Sorry I'm late, bad traffic." Taylor stated as he was halfway through the door. "That's ok. Have a seat." was Astor's reply. Taylor took the seat beside me, and our meeting began.
"As you both know,"Astor started,"Agent X has an extraordinary ability, thanks to Jean Matthews. The problem is Mayhem wants those powers to, and if he obtains them, we'll have an even more dangerous criminal on our hands. For this, he needs what Jean Matthews knew. The papers that Agent X took pictures of were never found. We think that, while Jean's body was being taken away, the papers were stolen too. So, I want you two to infiltrate their organization and find out about as much of Matthews and Miller's work as you can."
"Uh, how do we infiltrate their ranks?" was Taylor's question.
"We have scheduled a meeting between you and some of Mayhem's men two days from now. You're supposed to be two hardened criminals running from the law. You figure Mayhem can protect you for a while. I've already put a criminal record for both of you in our database. Just make sure you're not caught speeding. This record is quite convincing. If you get stopped by the police, you're going to be sitting in prison for a while."
"Ok, but why both of us? I mean, I've always worked alone." I asked.
"Two heads are better than one. Plus, Agent William Taylor and I are the only people in the world to know about your powers, and we want to keep it under wraps. It makes Agent X less of a target.
"Wait, what happened to the geneticists who studied my papers? Don't they know about my powers?"
"They did, but they died yesterday in a freak biohazardous accident."
Silence fell upon the room.
"Weird." Taylor said.
"What about the doctor who examined me?" I asked.
"He was never told about what happened to you, just that you needed a checkup. I'll send you the rest of the deets later. Do you have any questions?"

Thoughts in the Dark

My thoughts went back to my coversation with Agent Taylor.
"You mean I'll never die?"
"Well, no, but you won't die from anything like getting shot or falling out of a building."
Almost impervious to death. Hmm, maybe that's what happened to Jean. No, I was in there long enough to see if she had gotten up. Why didn't I keep her alive for interrogation! Once again, my thoughts were interrupted, but this time by my cellphone.
"Hello?"
"Agent X?"
"Mm-hmm."
"This is Agent Taylor, sorry for calling you at such a late hour, but Astor wanted to see us in his office tomorrow morning."
"What time?"
"Six o' clock, sharp."
"Ok, will do."
"C'ya tomorrow then."
"Bye."
What can John want with me and Taylor.....

Genetically Enhanced Super Agent

Mmmm, it's been a while since I just relaxed. So far, I have nothing to worry about. My medical exam said I was just fine. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. As I opened it, I saw a very excited man.
"Agent X?"
I nodded that he was correct, and he continued.
"You'll never believe what those papers said! Oh, excuse me. I'm Agent Taylor from the Bureau. I was sent to give you the results of the papers."
"Yes, go on."
"Well, they couldn't really, exactly figure out what the papers said, but they were able to find out that Genecorp. seems to have created a gene that reacts to adrenaline and pain. When it's switched on, it reproduces cells that were damaged."
"Meaning?"
"That anybody with this gene could rapidly heal from any injuries."
"So, you mean-"
"Yes, you're practically immortal!"

Morning Report

Astor handed me my cellphone that I had left in the late Jean's office. So far, my report to my case officer wasn't going well. Aside from the cellphone, I had left my I.D. they had stripped from me at Genecorp. and killed off all my valuable information.
"Sloppy work isn't like you, Agent. What happened in there?"
Ha, if only I knew. So, I relayed to John the whole story. As I predicted, his face had a perplexed look, but he wasn't the only one when he told me that they only recovered three bodies, three males.
"What? Do you think someone could have stolen the body before we got there?"
"It's possible. We identified two of the men as some of Mayhem's, but it doesn't make sense. Why take Jean Matthews and not take the two cronies to clear his name? Anyways, I'm more worried about you right now. I'll have you examined by the doctors and those pictures you took analyzed. We have to find out what they put in you. I don't like all this whacked out science mojo."
"Currently, sir, neither do I."

Captured

Uggh, what happened? I was just leaving my apartment and then.... As I opened my eyes, Jean Matthews, Miller's intelligent-looking partner, stood over me. My head was throbbing. It was then, I realized that my arms and legs were tied to a chair, and that there were three other men in the room: Sam Miller and two men carrying guns. Well, I found the criminal organization. Yay, not.
"Kevin Mason, our little spy. I don't know what you know, but you know something. What were you doing in my office?" Jean said.
"I was just doing my routine inspection of the grounds, and when I checked your office, I saw that you had left the safe open. I just closed the safe and left. Uh, what exactly am I here for?" I replied.
"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you to close the safe!" Sam looked down and Jean went on, "Well, it doesn't matter anymore. He knows too much. Boys, we've just got ourselves a new lab rat."
They all seemed extremely pleased about this as the shorter of the gun-carrying men, who had a surprisingly deep voice, said, "Finally, we'll be able to get some working human results." Miss Matthews shot him a nasty look as she retrieved a vile and a needle. Oy, what have I gotten myself into this time? I started working on the ropes tying me to the chair.
"Good luck. I tied those myself." Sam said when he noticed what I was trying to do.
"That's a relief. Maybe now I have a chance of escape."
Sam's face changed to a grimace but was quickly replaced with a look of triumph that reflected on my impending doom. Jean rolled up my sleeve and prepared my left arm for her "test". She was a little rough taking off my watch, cutting herself and me.
"That's a nice watch you've got there." Matthews said.
"Yeah, if you could be a little more careful with that, I'd like to keep it." I replied.
"Don't worry, Mr. Mason. You won't need it where you're going."
Oh, joy. Jean tossed the watch to Sam who, to my great displeasure, tried it on exclaiming it was a perfect fit.
Jean rolled her eyes and said, "Sam, you can't keep it."
Then she injected the needle in my arm.
"Did it work?" the taller of the gun-carrying men who had a uh, unnaturally high voice said.
"Only one way to find out." short man. low voice said.
"Just untie him and stand him up against the wall. No need to bloody the chair." Sam said.
So, the two cronies (roughly) loosed my bonds and brought me to the wall. Tall, unnatural tossed his gun to Miller who was standing a couple feet in front of me.
"Any last words?" Miller asked a little too dramatically.
"Cheese."
BANG! I slumped to the floor, everything fading out.... Suddenly, I felt a burning, tingling sensation in my head, right where I was shot. I gingerly touched my forehead. There was no hole. Everyone looked as dazed as I imagined I looked, except for Miss Matthews. She had a look that I couldn't read. Taking advantage of the moment, I grabbed Short and Low's gun, smashed him in the face and quickly disposed of the rest of them; but as I turned to take care of Matthews, she had another look on her face. Was that relief? Bewildered, I pulled the trigger. I need fresh air. I stumbled out the nearest exit, pausing over Miller. I took my watch of his lifeless body. Matthews was right. You can't keep the watch.

Ahhh. The crisp night air flew threw my head. Well, not literally because the hole is gone, uh heh heh ehhhh. What in the world happened in there!? I called Astor and told him there were four dead people in Jean Matthews and Sam Miller's office at Genecorp.
"Get some rest and report to me in the morning, Agent. I'll send a team to take care of it."
Later in my apartment, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to me. What did happen? I thought I was dead. I was dead. This will all get straightened out. Hopefully.

Kevin Mason

I'm enjoying my new job. It's a role I'm born to play. My position, also, gives me access to information I need to solve this case. For the last couple of days, I've been pouring over old security tapes, and numerous records, and talking to various people; and I'm glad to say that Sam Miller(the most annoying man in the universe) is one of my prime suspects. Well, not glad that he's bad, but glad that I've got a suspect. Two, actually, Sam and his partner, Jean Matthews.
I decided to do some investigating. It was easy getting into Miller and Matthew's office. Just an ordinary security guard doing my routine sweep of the perimeters; but once I was inside the room, I started looking for anything incriminating. At first, everything seemed to be in perfect order, but a careful search revealed that there was a safe in the wall. Luckily for me, Miller isn't as smart as he thinks he is. The twit forgot to shut the vault completely, giving me easy access to the contents inside. Like a kid at Christmas, I eagerly searched the documents I had found. It was beyond my comprehension, as it was formulas and complex genetic codes; so I photographed it with my cellphone, cleaned up; and left the room. "Kevin Mason." As I turned around to see who had addressed me, I felt a searing pain jolt through my head and then.... blackness.

Mission Briefing

Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. I could feel the steady stream of blood pulse through my head as I absorbed the information before me. My eyelids began to droop, and as I glanced at the clock, I knew I should get to bed if I was to appear fresh for work tomorrow. As I lay in bed, my thoughts wandered to two days ago, when I first started this case with a simple phone call.

"Hello?"
"Agent X, this is John Astor."
"John, it's good to hear from you. It's been awhile, but what's so important that you had to
call me?"
"I've got a case for you."
"Sorry, Astor, I already have a case I'm working on, but-"
"Just meet me in my office. It's important."
"Yes, sir."

Later, in Astor's office, John handed me a folder.

"What's this?" I asked.
"Your new identity." he replied.
I glanced at the folder and said, "Kevin Mason?"
"How familiar are you with genetics?"
"Fairly familiar, sir."
"Have you ever heard of Genecorp.?"
"Yeah, they're a group of scientists working with the military to explore gene therapy."
"Yes, and we have reason to believe that at least one of these geneticists are collaborating with a criminal organization, selling them secrets that don't belong to them."
"What criminal organization, and what would criminals want with a bunch of science jargon?"
"Exactly, what you're going to find out, Agent."
"Astor, shouldn't this be a case for the Bereau? I'm already on a case there that I've just about closed. Why don't you just send me the case later, after I finish my current one?"
"Because, this is a matter of national security, so the CIA was put in charge of it. It's important that you start this mission as soon as possible. We need to stop whatever these criminals are planning. We would appreciate your expertise on this matter, Agent. Do you accept the mission?"
"Yes, sir,"

And now, tommorrow, I am going to be Kevin Mason, security officer for Genecorp. I just hope I can get to the bottom of this mystery.

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