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Part 1: Agent Knosh Chapter 1: The great Escape

    I  open my eyes to complete darkness, a head-spliting headache, and a dizziness felling. My feet are numb. I see  a beam of light from a crack in the the middle of a door. I get up, and while doing so, I realize I have a backpack on my back. I open it and rummage through it. I find a note that reads:
  Dear Mr. Jet,
Please remember to only redrum Mr. Thomas Luken. Then return to lake Resorto. Hurry, the clock ticking. Oh, and by the way, we have a lead on a suspect. A Miss Long run. She'll be a her night club, Club Micky. Good luck,

Sincerely,
Agent, Unknown

   He read the massage over and over again. And every time he'd read it slower than the last. What did "redrum" mean? Was it code? Maybe for murder? Or hide? Or even kidnap? He didn't know, but he put the note aside, and continued to look in the bag. He found a flashlifht, a pair of handcuffs, and a gun.
"What the?!?" he picked the gun up. It was heavier than he thought. It was black. He couldn't remembr if he had held a gun before. He didn't remember his name, his parents, friends, if he even had any, and what his life was like. All he knew was that he was stuck in a closet, in God knows what country, city, or room. He uncliped the gun loader, he counted fourteen bullets. He put the loader back in place. He put it back into his bag, zipped it back up, and stood up, thinking who he was, or what he was. It was like having amnesia.                
  Did he have amnesia? He must have.....did he have an accident? In a car maybe?  When he stood up, he tripped over a cord, and fell through the door, pushing it open. He hit the ground with excruciating pain in his left wrist.
"Ahh!"
He looked at his wrist as he got up, it wasn't broken. But it did hurt. He looked around, he was in an apartment. It had white walls, but nothing in the room he was in. But there was a phone. He ran over to it and picked it up. When he put it to his ear, he heared nothing. Not even a busy signal.
"Damn!"
He turned around and ran into the bedroom. Again, white walls, and nothing in the room. But a big clear window in the middle of the wall. He walked over to it and looked out it. It looked like he was a million feet off the ground. He felt his eyes widen. He ran back into the living room: For the front door. When he reached it, he tried to op n it: but no luck. He tried and tugged, and hit the knob again, and again. Then finally he stopped to catch his breath, when he heared voices. That sounded like they were coming from behind the door.
"Hey, man it ok. No ones gonna find out you betrayed the Company. I-" The voice sounded high, and toung.
"Hey! We don't talk about that!"
The other voice, on the other hand, sounded old, scared, and worried. He heared the knob turn, and jumped back into the closet and closed the door. Just in time, as soon as the closet door shut, the other door opened.
"We'll be okay..." said the younger voice.
"But you're not the the one who kidnapped one of the most skilled secrect agents of the twenty-first Century!!" the man took a deep breath. As he did the boy in the closet tried to take it in. Had he really been a secrect agent? Had he been kidnapped?
"Go check on him..."
"But, Randy.." 
"Randy?...'' whispered the boy.
"Bill!" yelled the older man.
"Fine...." Through the blinds the boy could see the boy named, Bill walking towards him. He had red hair, brown eyes, he looked no older that& fifteen maybe. Panicking, and trying not to make any noise, he sat down quickly, tipping a box over. He closed his eyes just as the closet door opened. He saw red through his eyes. Indicating that light ran through every corner of the closet.
"He's still out..."
"Hmf...the great and powerful, Jermy Pows.....in a closet...."
Jermy? His name was Jermy?
He boy named, Bill shut the door. And he opened his eyes.
"Jermy...." whispered Jermy. 
    He was getting clasotersphobic and worried. He couldn't stay there much longer. He decided to attempt to make a run for it. So he every carefully, and quietly, opened the door: No one was in the room. So he crawled to the door, and looked under the threshold: Nothing, but what seemed as a vacant hallway.
"Okay, I'm gonna go get some chips..."  said the older one, Randy. Jermy heard a chair sweak across the floor. And then footsteps. He ran back into the closet and closed the door. He could see out of the little crack. Randy had walked to the middle of the wall, and pushed one side of a secrect section. A cupboard opened. Then it hit Jermy.
There were secrect departments in the walls. Maybe...just maybe....there's a fuse box or something, to unlock the door. But where?

Authors Note:
Thank you guy for taking the time to read my book. If you like it so far please like. If you have some ideas for the next chapter please comment. I will always use you're guy's ideas. Thank you.

(Exception for Chapter 2 becaue I'm already done with it.....sorry.....)