After what felt like an eternity, something happened.
An unintelligible voice was heard as the agent slowly opened his eyes and was blinded by the bright light shining onto him. His vision was still blurry and 72 couldn't make out what was going on. All that Agent 72 remembers from before was, he felt pain then collapsed and... silence.
His vision began to clear up slowly. His eyes adjusted and he could begin to make it where he is. He could see... a gray table surrounded by dark gray walls all around. The agent attempted to move but was found to be stuck, unable to move. Seemed like it was attached or something. After a few moments, Agent 72's consciousness returned to normal.
He observed his surroundings. He noticed he was handcuffed to a metal chair. Agent 72 concluded that he was in an interrogation room. "But where?" He asked himself. He looked at blue walls. Something about them seemed familiar.
"Wait..." Agent 72 paused for a second. "Is this..." He seemed to have figured out where he his.
An FBI field office, the same one he was in before. He remembered a bit from what the layout was from stolen blueprints of the office.
"Wait, this isn't the mafia or anything." Agent 72 thought to himself.
He has been captured by the FBI it seems.
"Was I ambushed?" He asked himself.
After a few moments of sitting down and hearing the buzzing of the lights, Agent 72 could begin to hear an unintelligible voice in the distance. It progressively got louder and louder until... a door in the corner of the room was opened. Agent 72 looked at the individual. Short beard, glasses, blue polo t-shirt and blue camo pants.
"Alright, you better start talking right now." The individual said.
"Wait, Why does he sound so familiar?" Agent 72 asked himself. Something about this person seemed off.
"Why the hell would you attack MY operatives!?" The man exclaimed in anger.
A moment of silence arose.
"Uh... I was told to." Agent 72 replied quickly.
Yet again, 72 kept thinking of this person's voice. Sounds so familiar and his appearance seems familiar.
"Don't you dare give me that basic answer. I want real answers!" The man replied. "I know you work for ABB, I know how things work there."
"Wait... he sounds like that one guy i... uh... liked or whatever. Shoot what was it, it was-" Agent 72 kept thinking but suddenly stopped. "Ohh... right, Chris...."
"I'm not leaving until you give me answers." The man once again said.
"Wait wait wait... is this guy Chris? No way, there is no way this gu-" 72 abruptly stopped.
"I used to work at ABB, I know how things work there." The man exclaimed.
Silence arose.
"He... is... Chris. He has to be." Agent 72 thought to himself. The agent looked at the individual and said one word: "Chris?"
The person paused for a second looking a bit confused.
"Yeah... that's me..." The man replied unsure of what was going on.
"C-Chris Anderson?" Agent 72 asked just to be sure.
"Yes?" Chris replied.
Suspense and drama arose. Agent 72 is talking to a long lost friend who's become the "enemy".
He became speechless. He teared up and was feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Uhm..." Chris stood in confusion.
It seemed to be clear that Chris did not recognize 72 nor remembered who 72 was for now.
"What am I, a celebrity? People want to meet me and will cry when they see me??" Chris said.
"N-No... Y-Your a friend." Agent 72 replied practically in tears.
Chris paused for a second attempting to comprehend what 72 said.
"You... were my friend." Agent 72 exclaimed.
"W-Wha... I've... never met you bef-" Chris abruptly stopped then after a moment of silence he whispered to himself: "Wait..."
"D-Do I know you?" Chris asked.
Agent 72 looked at Chris then said: "Agent 72."
As soon as Chris heard that name, he froze. He immediately seemed to recognize the name. He observed the agent. The pieces seem to be coming together.
"Wait... Y-Your Agent 72?" He asked.
"Yes." Agent 72 simply replied. His heart was racing.
Chris covered his mouth with his hand for a moment.
"Holy mother of beans..." Chris Anderson exclaimed. "It's actually you.
The agent nodded.
A moment of silence occurred.
"I... I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I-" Chris apologized.
"I understand..." Agent 72 replied slowly returning to normal.
"Oh my god... this is so awkward...." Chris realized what was actually going on. "So you were the one who..."
"Yes. You know how I am. I didn't want to."
Chris nodded. He briefly looked around then decided to sit down in front of 72.
"Sorry I just need a moment to comprehend this." Chris Anderson said. He would inhale, then exhale.
"So, I don't know what I can do." Chris explained. "I have you captured..."
"You could lie?" Agent 72 proposed.
"No, I'd get found out. Plus I don't really want to lie." Chris replied.
After a moment of silence, Chris had a proposal.
"Here's something I just thought of., I know you don't want to kill and all which means if you get captured and go the so called Fortress, you won't need to kill anyone anymore. Sure you can't do much, you can't really help others because you'll just be a prisoner but still. It's better than nothing.
"What's the Fortress?" Agent 72 asked.
"It's a prison for Anthropomorphic animals, also known as the IASO prison." Chris replied.
Agent 72 would sigh.
"I don't want to but... I should. I don't really have another option." Agent 72 explained. "I guess... i-il turn myself in. For the sake of saving lives so yes, I att- attacked the sniper..
"That's one way of putting it." Chris replied. "Also...."
Chris paused for a second thinking of what to say.
"Good work buddy, and I mean it." Chris smiled at 72.
Chris Anderson stood up from the chair, tapped 72's shoulder and said: "Good luck."
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Agent 72: Corporate Viability
Science FictionAgent 72: Corporate Viability shows the story of a tactical operative named Agent 72 fighting for freedom from they're cruel overseers. This agent is one of many operatives of the Mobile Recovery Team (MRT), a tactical unit for the American Baked Be...
