The Only Girl

The New Agent

"The package!" spoke Agent Bleu through the earpiece as he dodged a bullet.

Agent Rouge hid behind a box labeled "Explosives" as he gripped his gun close to his chest. He reloaded it and turned around to face the enemy, shooting carefully, yet quickly.

"Get the package," Agent Rouge told his work partner over the earpiece, as he looked over at the side of the box. "I'll keep them out of your hair."

Agent Bleu nodded and carefully shifted to where the package was. Agent Rouge reloaded his gun and shot at the enemy, grinning successfully when he heard two of the enemy's men fall. He turned, reloaded, turned again, and shot at the enemy. He repeated this process many times since he hoped to give Agent Bleu more time to reach the package.

He grinned in satisfaction when he saw the silhouette of only one man left. When he turned one more time, he realized he had no more bullets to shoot. He silently cursed and tried to focus, even with the sound of gunshots in the background. Luckily for him, Agent Bleu had gained enough time and reached the package. The alarm sounded, and Agent Rouge ran behind boxes quietly as the last man standing ran over to where the package was.

Suddenly, he heard a grunt, and a body hitting the ground. He knew that grunt couldn't belong to Agent Bleu. He knew his best friend way too well. He grinned when he saw his best friend's black suit with a single blue stripe on each side from somewhere in the shadows. Then he saw Agent Bleu's familiar face emerge from the same place.

Agent Bleu smirked at his best friend and ran away from the room, heading to the closest window. He broke it with the butt of his rifle as soon as his best friend reached him. Both boys peered down the window to calculate how far up they were, then they looked up. Luckily they were on the last floor. Guards heard the commotion and both agents heard their footsteps nearing.

"Rooftop?" asked Agent Rouge.

"Rooftop," confirmed Agent Bleu.

Both agents ran towards the stairs, their guns in their hands. They shot at the cameras in their way and eventually reached the stairs. They quickly climbed them and reached the rooftop. The chilly night air hit their bare faces and Agent Bleu took a deep breath as he locked the door.

Agent Rouge tapped his earpiece. "Agent Mauve. Bring the helicopter."

"Copy that."

Moments later, the blade slap of the helicopter could be heard. A black helicopter appeared from the dark clouds in the dark, starry night. Banging could be heard from the other side of the door as Agent Mauve threw the ladder. Agent Bleu and Agent Rouge climbed up the rope ladder as Agent Mauve drove the helicopter higher and higher.

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A late adolescent walked through the crowded night streets of Marteword. She was looking for something, food to be specific. She swam through the bodies of a very crowded line. Her stomach grumbled as soon as she smelled the familiar scent of mangoes. She followed the scent until she found herself in front of a fruit booth. Her stomach grumbled even more, and her mouth watered. 

She slowly moved towards it, careful not to make a sound. She dodged the bodies of people and hid behind them, trying to go unnoticed. She peered over a tall man's shoulder and realized she was nearing her destination. She slipped behind the shadows and walked normally to the fruit booth.

She was so close, that electricity ran through her body. With every step, she edged closer to for and she had to force herself from not just leaping and making a run for it. The fruits were right in front of her. She extended her arm and swiftly took a mango.

She thought nobody had seen her.

A commotion ran through the stalls. "Someone stole one of my mangoes!" shouted the fruit vendor. "Someone stole one of my mangoes!"