The Agent: Hidden Rage

Prolouge

I am broken. Pylius is broken. Courth is broken. The only thing that is probably keeping all us alive and sane is this job that we're doing. It's not that we are broke, like money terms (Well I am broke...before). You see, we are broken. Like a literal broken people, Courth even said we are so problematic he'd might just jump 'cause he can get himself fixed. It's a fatal flaw. So we definitely can't afford to lose this. No.

All those times that we are at the training centre. Trying our absolute f*cking best even if we almost faint and lose ourselves multiple times just to get in here. Pushing ourselves to not give up just so we can see what's it like to be in here, just so we could fulfill and see it ourselves the life we would have if we didn't give up.

Now that we are here, we can't afford to lose this sh*t.

Bumuntong hininga ako saka umayos ng tayo, a sudden thought of eating a damn ramen flashed through my head. It's aroma, the taste of it... Fuck me, I am hungry.

"Well, I really do hope so you are not having a damn panic attack as of this moment, 223."

I snapped back to reality. No, I actually didn't just snapped back you know. Like what you see in movies, where the character just snapped back when they got shot or something. I snapped back when I saw our chief.

I looked at him, then he looked at me—directly in my eyes. I gulped, real hard gulped. As soon as everything have been already processed by my brain, my body I immediately run towards my chief's direction.

"Gawddamn..." I muttered and I giggled to myself.

I used my body as his shield as I got close to him, wews. Thank you, thank you. Your applause is deafening, really. It's my damn job. Roll a clip in your head where I face palmed.

We ducked and run towards the nearest exit, and no I didn't f*cking join him in the elevator.

To my f*cking absolute thankfulness, one of the men that was supposed to guard this man that I am protecting is waiting in there. Yep, waiting. Like literally, his hands are in front, making an inverted triangle shape in his front view as his head looked to the right and left scanning the area as if he is a robotic programmed idiot, to make it even a little realistic and for you to actually imagine what does he look like, he is bald. I am not saying that he has hair and just in a buzz cut. He's bald, like it is shining, shimmering and splendid in there.

When he saw me and my chief running towards him, he immediately rushed to us making it more easy for me. Naks, finally doin' his job eh. I need to get back inside since gunshots is echoing in the whole place.

They probably shot the DJ in here or I dunno, maybe he just really stopped the music and left because apparently he wanted to live.

As I handed Mr. Chonel to one of his I-do-not-know-if-he-is-functional guard, he nodded at me and said a few things that made me feel like I am a little kid.

"Clean this shit up, 223. We'll meet at the office."

Why does he needs to say that? I hate it when someone is telling me what to do. He's backseating man! Come on. Is there a job that I can be my own boss? Is there? HMU.

I rushed back to the party chuchu place. This place is sickening really. Full of adults just fucking laughing and talking, and a little bit of drinking too. I remember I need to assist a grandpa' going to the restroom a whilst ago.

Scanning the whole area as soon as I got inside, in my left I saw other men that is with us they are evacuating the civilians slash my chief's amigo's and amiga's. On my right, where I saw the table that me and my chief was in a while ago, a cold f*cking feeling run all over my body as I remember that the former ace agents, Wayn Feneir Carter and Faun Menzel is here with us, dining in.