𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ❥❦۵ (Agent00 Fan Story)

Agent 018

Dave and Cam were driving down the familiar streets of their small town, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over the pavement. It was Friday, and as tradition dictated at the end of each workweek, they were excited to brainstorm ideas for their own community group they had tentatively named AMP—an acronym for Advocacy, Mentorship, and Participation.

"I still think we should focus on underprivileged youth," Cam suggested, his eyes fixed on the road while he carefully maneuvered through the traffic.

Dave shook his head. "No, man. We need to think bigger. What about local businesses? They're struggling, especially now with everything going on. We could provide mentorship to aspiring entrepreneurs!"

"Sure, but you can't ignore the kids. They're the future, Dave! If we don't inspire them now, what kind of community will we have in ten years?" Cam shot back, frustration lacing his voice.

As the two delved deeper into the debate, the back and forth eventually faded into a comfortable rhythm of discussing how to make their aspirations a reality. Cam was eager, dreaming of ways they could make a difference together. This exchange soothed him; their plans were ambitious, and he was invigorated by the thought of stepping into this new role.

However, as they pulled up to Cam's shop, his heart sank into his stomach. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he took in the scene before him.

"No! No, no, no," Cam muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He slammed the brakes, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white.

"What's wrong?" Dave asked, suddenly serious. His gaze followed Cam's horrified stare.

The shop, a quaint phone store that Cam had painstakingly built up over the last three years with his own savings, was in shambles. Windows were shattered; the door hung on its hinges, and there were signs of chaos littered throughout—the shelves overturned, items strewn about, and remnants of graffiti smeared across the nearby wall.

Cam threw the car into park and jumped out, his heart racing as he took in the devastation. "This can't be real," he breathed, half-wishing it was an elaborate prank orchestrated by friends. But there was nothing humorous about the sight before him.

"Cam, wait!" Dave called as he scrambled out after him, but Cam was already charging toward the door, its broken glass crunching underfoot.

"Who the fuck did this? Who would do something like this?" Cam's voice rose in anger, disbelief churning into rage. He'd worked so hard to create a safe place for his community, and now it felt like everything had been ripped away from him.

"I don't know, man! We need to figure this shit out, now!" Dave said, trying to catch up with him. "We need to call the police."

Cam breathed heavily, still surveying the wreckage. Each shattered piece of glass felt like it was breaking pieces of his spirit. "I'm calling 911," he finally managed to say, his voice trembling with emotion as he retrieved his phone.

As the operator picked up, Cam described the situation, barely able to keep his voice steady. Each word felt like it was laced with his disbelief—how could someone do this? He had given so much of himself to this shop; the thought of it being ruined turned his stomach.

While he was on the phone, Dave stood nearby, his heart aching for his friend. "Hey, just focus on the next steps. We'll get through this."

"Yeah, right," Cam snapped, his frustration boiling over. "Get through this? My livelihood just got destroyed in a matter of minutes! This is not just some stupid mistake—it's my heart and soul!"

Cam hung up after providing the necessary details to the operator, struggling to breathe through the enormity of what had just happened. "I can't believe it's come to this," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Who could be so heartless?"