Mission 2: Betrayal

Working in the secret service has never been easy... always in constant danger... always putting our life on the line... But after a total of 6 years in the service, I realized that's the price to pay for living life on the cutting edge.


I've seen a couple of newbie agents planning to join in our extreme missions. Some of them have lots of talent, I almost see another me or Si Cheng in them. Others however fall short of even being my hostage, such as Bronson who only knows how to whine and pee on his white pants. Note: The contrast between your pearl white pants and your dirty yellow stain is totally uncool.


Of course, I'm only writing today to tell you more about our mission, which has become ever more perilous and dangerous. Now the many lives of young newbie agents are in my hands, any wrong move on me or Si cheng's part would result in the loss of innocence in these pure beings, I could not do that... I can't...


Being elite agents, we tend to get double crossed when we put our trust in others. Lesson no.1 in the elite industry is that the only person you can trust is nobody... because nobody's perfect. LOL ok lame bear pun. Anyway i've had the bitter taste of betrayal in today's mission - from a group of my most trusted friends. Si Cheng also feels the same way, but is unable to express his feelings in words. All he could do was cry. But it's okay, because real men cry =D.

Well, here's my story.

Recess has just ended. You know me, student by day, agent by night.... or whenever i'm on the first floor and heading to the classroom. News of our initial success has spread like wildfire, and many people from all over the world ( which means 4c) had come to be our apprentices in the art of stealth, agility, and quick wits. These chosen few were supposed to be the light of the future, but apparently some of them were only bent on double crossing us, to make us fail and sink into a miserable existence where we will be condemned for being heroic agents.

" Let's go, fellow agents!"

We rushed to the second floor, avoiding any oncoming bystanders nimbly with a combination of somersaults, backflips and wall climbing. The prefects tried to shoot at us with their high, piercing and annoying voices but their efforts were futile. We were too quick for their slow little sound waves. It is said that only things that move at the speed of light is able to transcend our speed, which is why time is able to pass by us effortlessly. Speaking of effort, the newly recruited agents were almost up to par with the pros ( me and si cheng).... almost....


We reached our destination.


Fortunately for us the coast was as clear as my mind this time. Everything was falling into place smoothly, and it seemed like this was gonna be a breeze. I wanted to newbies to toughen up but they were getting loser sissy training. I did a couple of rolls on the floor to be sure, there might be hidden snipers. My pistol stirred nervously under my coat ( or uniform, whichever), my sixth sense told me there was gonna be trouble....


I casually pushed the button.


Si cheng was keeping a lookout, covering my back... the rest were making a lot of noise...


The two silvery doors slid open gracefully, revealing a empty spot for the whole team to step on - i was careful in case the floors had hidden traps.... there wasn't. The whole team jumped in and we pressed the "close button"

The door was merely a centimeter away from closing when suddenly four of the new recruits sprang out and ran up the stairs.

It all occurred to me and si cheng instantaneously - we had been betrayed!

It was a race against time as the lift shot upwards towards heaven, the seventh floor awaited us and every second loss was a moment of peril and impending doom.

Ding!

The lift had stopped on the third floor! We might be in trouble. The double crossers' elaborate plan to eliminate the legendary agents were indeed formidable and well executed. Si Cheng and I whipped out our pistols and decided to clear every floor before proceeding. It was never our style to kill but we had no choice this time. Disposing the body would prove to be quite a chore. Bronson was hiding in the corner of the lift, weeping constantly ( I could see a smelly yellow pool of liquid forming at the floor but that was of no importance... except that the smell could kill).

As the door slid open Si Cheng rolled out, aiming every possible direction in case of any intruders. We had a weapon and we aren't afraid to use it. We could see the shadows of the traitors fleeting away in the brightly lit stairs. We shot at them but missed. The bullet ricocheted and put a few holes in the wall. There was trouble now. They could now stop the lift at every floor!

The lift stopped at the fifth floor... only two more to go. Beads of sweat were pouring down our foreheads. The finger on the trigger was constantly twitching, ever ready to fire off a bullet at any foe.
The fifth was clear, we rushed back in and told Bronson to stop peeing on his pants or we would shoot him. Imagine being stuck in an enclosed area with 4 people, the atmosphere reeked of only sweat, blood and urine. It was really getting on my nerves, and getting in Si Cheng's nosehair.

The sixth floor... one more... just one more...

The sixth floor had an innocent bystander there, we had no choice but to take him out. One bullet for the head and one bullet to the chest, standard procedure. Using brute strength, Si Cheng lifted him up and flung him off the building. We saw his limp, lifeless body thud softly on the rock solid ground. We turned coolly and left the scene. We were used to dealing with corpses.

Finally... The last floor. We were all gasping for air in the lift as it was saturated with the strong stench of urine wafting mercilessly into our nasal passages. It was as if invisible hands were strangling you. The only person unaffected was the pee boy ( duh).

The door opened and our foes were standing there, mocking at us with their arrogant faces. Though we could have just used our elegant pistols to blow a hole into their hard hearts, we decided to settle this man to man, fist to fist. Si Cheng and I were experts at unarmed combat, well trained in the arts of taekwondo, ninjutsu and karate. Jun Heng ( traitor no.1) rushed at us with his little stature, he was LOLLOPing again. I could hold him back with one finger. I gave him a left hook and water spurted out of his mouth. He fell on to the floor unconscious. "You've been hit by, you've been hit by, a smooth criminal", some music suddenly played in the background.


Si cheng was about to give yan jie a uppercut directly to the chin when suddenly han cong came and pulled them apart. Suddenly all of us started dancing and singing "Beat it"...


The fight was over... we were victorious once again! No one wants to be defeated! Show them how funky and strong is your fight is, it doesn't matter, who's wrong or right. Just beat it! Beat it! Beat it! Beat it!


And so we all "beat it" and left to class happily, dancing our way throughout the journey. Jun Heng had gained a bloody nose and Bronson had effectively dyed his school pants yellow. It appears that violence does have it's rewards sometimes eh?