Agent Gray, Red with Love

Adam Levine Does Gray Dirty

Graham... Or Gray.... Or Crackle.... (who was he?)

Gah.

Why was his head throbbing?

Nnghhhh...

As I was saying, Graham/Gray/Cracke woke up with a stark gasp, feeling the beads of sweat drip down his forehead and his breath grow heavier than normal. The green haired woman towered above him, Dash Haber regarded him like he was mad scientist who had just successfully created Frankenstein's monster (Gray didn't appreciate being the monster, which seemed to be the case) and Paper Star.... well, he couldn't tell.

His muscles tensed. His brain felt like slush, his eyelids threatened to close and make him drift to sleep, but the cool sweat sliding down his face wouldn't let him.

"Get me out of here.... GET ME OUT OF HERE!" He cried, thrashing and struggling.

"Calm down, you're safe with us," the green haired woman soothed him.

She put her meaty hands on his shoulders, holding him down. "Do you know who I am?"

He met her eyes like a lost child who had glimpsed a family member. "You...." he stammered. He eased slightly, hit with the feeling recognition, "You're Coach Brunt."

Dash Haber pumped his fist in the air. "We've done it!"

Coach Brunt grinned, and she flicked a switch that undid the clasps on his wrists and ankles, freeing him. He sat straight up, regretting it instantly as his left temple felt like it was being hit with a sledge hammer. Still, he did not lay back down.

"I.... I remember!" He blurted, determined not to show how groggy he was. He glared at Coach. "You took away my memories!" He sneered.

She put her hands up. "No, they did, as in your other professors. It was for security purposes, Crackle. But I wasn't even notified on the decision when they did it. You know I wouldn't betray family, don't you think we've had enough of that recently?"

He felt another throb at his temple, and he cupped his face in pain. He knew who she was taking about.

"Car—.... BlackSheep. I... I got knocked out on... a train... Captured by.... by Interpol.... And then the cleaners, they quote-on-quote 'rescued' me.... and then Maelstrom and Bellum.... crikey.... that machine....." his eyes widened, "Just like that one! Except, blue!" He pointed to the red death-headband.

"Yes, Dr. Bellum re-engineered it to bring your memories back," Dash Haber explained as if it were obvious.

"You may be in a bit of shock, so we've decided to help your recovery by sending you off with your colleagues and I on an easy caper. To get you back on your feet and running," Coach mused. "You know, to test out how much knowledge you've retained."

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darting around. "A... caper?"

"Yes, a caper," Paper Star grumbled. "Bravo."

"Er... Aren't I supposed to be like.... arresting you or something right now?" Graham asked, glancing at his ACME uniform. He still had it on, from the boots to the pen in his breast pocket. He took the small writing implement and stuffed in his pant pocket, hoping to look non-suspicious. Paper Star raised an eyebrow at the movement, knowing that the pen had some sort of importance, but said nothing.

"No, you're meant to be helping us. You excelled at our school, pulled multiple successful capers before you fumbled, we know Carmen San Diego still has a soft spot for you, and you work for our second greatest adversary, ACME. Unfortunately, Paper Star's knowledge on the organization is very little thanks to that pestilence of an Aunt she has, and our spy still hasn't officially joined our organization, and so you're the best we got, Crackle," Brunt explained.