The only sounds that could be heard were fingers continuously typing on keyboards, the soft clicks of the mouse, and the hum of computers. Whispered voices could be heard here and there.
Agent 023, the support agents, and I were scattered hiding in different places. In the vents, behind boxes, you name it. I observed the scene where the organization workers didn't have a clue in the world that the world's top secret agent organization was here, ready as ever to end their career.
I nod, and Agent 023, along with other support agents, swiftly invades the scene, quietly but quickly knocks the people out black in the back row as I follow behind. Before the people in the front row could react, I knock them out as well.
One shot, one kill.
"Well done, agents. Let's retrieve their plans and blueprints and head out." I say, picking up whatever looks important and stuffing them into my bag. I pick up a piece of paper that didn't seem related to whatever this organization was planning. Oop, never mind. It was a list of people's names, probably related to them in some way. I stuff it into my bag as well, and turn to leave the place with Agent 023, with the support agents trailing behind.
I lead them to the two black vans that were heavily tinted, ushering them inside and hop into the passenger seat, signaling for the driver to start driving.
I lean back into the seat, not taking my balaclava off, and close my eyes for a few seconds. I haven't been able to sleep for the last 3 days, busy planning the quiet end for the enemy organization with Agent 023.
Our secret agent organization was run by the government. But no one knows what the other agents look like. We only know each other by our code names. I'm Agent 002.
Agent 023 was known for being alone most of the time – most of the time meaning times when we weren't working together, which is a lot of time. There was a mysterious aura that followed him, and he barely ever spoke whenever we had meetings or needed to talk to each other. I don't think I even know what their voice sounds like.
"Good work, Agent 002," a voice says, and I turn to see Agent 023, with his hand patting my shoulder.
"I should be the one saying that to you, Agent 023," I chuckle softly, smiling at him. I turn around to fully face the other agents. "You've been great today, agents. I'm always grateful to work with you guys. Go home, rest well, and eat well, alright?" I chuckle, as the rest of the agents let out cheers, clapped, or patted each other on the back. Except for Agent 023, of course. He just stared at the floor of the van.
