Mission 3: Ambush!

After taking a long break to celebrate our country's birthday, being the patriotic agent that I am, I'm back for more fast paced action with my partner Si Cheng. Though Si Cheng now looks pretty out-of-shape considering he stuffed his face during the holidays, however, I am still in optimal shape. My daily routine comprises of 100 dead lifts, 100 sit-ups, 100 crunches, 100 bicep curls for a body bursting to the brim with muscle - I know my uniform hides this quite well.

It was Tuesday, a simple day, one filled with empty lethargy. The day started out with Endurance training aka Physics lesson, where one must struggle to keep awake. I must say this training is rather effective ( be it good or bad), some of the agents have learnt how to sleep with their eyes open. There was Intelligence training following that, a test was held and quick wits were needed in order to ace it.

But let's not get to deep into our agent hardcore training, even though some would describe it as a ridiculously cruel death camp. =D Recess ( aka mission time) has finally arrived and the agency deployed the elite agents!

I observed the surrounding... many people eating... noisy, chaotic... almost like a school canteen. But this was a mission field! There were many innocent civilians, and their lives might be in danger if anyone found out our identity. Si Cheng blended in well though... he was practically stuffing himself with a WIDE variety of food. I snorted and carried on surveying the area... a beep in my earpiece tipped me off that it was time for Mission... 3!

I immediately sprang up from my chair and took out my pistol, cleverly hidden as a pen. ( I bought it on Ebay.... Tell me why i need another pistol pen...) Us agents have all the cool gadgets. Today my comrades are, Si Cheng, Pee boy and Edwin. The meeting place was always the same... i was almost getting sick of it, till i realized that it was all part of the job. Sigh... life can get monotonous sometimes... how wrong i was to even think that the agent job could be boring...

As usual we made our way there doing a huge variety of stunts, from rolling to somersaulting to cartwheeling to using the stairs as a slide. You ask it, we've done it, and we'll do it somemore for the chicks. The area was surprisingly empty this time, something was amiss... like the money in my wallet. Everything was going smoothly, like a smooth criminal, till someone was pressing the freaking lift buttons again... No points for guessing who (hint it's a mischievous little hobbit that's barely the size of my thumb). But this time it's gonna be different... Oh yeah it's gonna be different.

The moment the ding sound was heard on the sixth floor we rushed out and up to the second floor, light speed. Mr Gnome was anxiously awaiting for us to pop out on the seventh heaven, we could even hear his gnomish cackle when we were rushing up. Things were gonna get bloody... real bloody >=D!

The hobbit attempted to make a run for it but his short stubby legs only allowed him to move like one cm per step... we practically walked there, taking a leisurely stroll and pinning him down with one thumb. We tied him to the pillar and took turns to burp in his face, he begged, he cried, he kicked and screamed but there was no stopping the streaming of stinky, loud booming burps ( especially from Si Cheng... who ate garlic YUCKS MAN)! He fainted after a few rounds ( personally speaking, I would have fainted earlier). Then he woke up after a few mins when we splashed cold water on him... then this time we farted at his face. I could have sworn it turned green ( if it wasn't already green in the first place). He vomitted at us but we stored it in a pail and gave him a "barf shower". Don't mess with the agents man.