That's Fucked Up

Meddling Agents

"Agent Gordon, do you copy?" Michael heard in his ear piece.

'Not again' he thought, rolling his eyes. This was his third mission today.

"Copy." He said while putting down his half eaten pizza.

"We got an anonymous tip saying that something's going down over in the 11th ward near Trost. Go check it out and report back to us by sunrise. Agent Robert is already on his way. Got it?"

"Over and out." Michael said shoving his foot into his boot and grabbing his keys.

The ride to the 11th ward was smooth, him listening to the Camp Rock soundtrack the whole way.

When he pulled up, he parked a couple blocks back from the scene, which happened to be a museum. 'What could possibly go down at a museum?' He thought out loud.

"Well for starters, a murder," a voice came from behind Michael.

"Hello to you too, Lucas." Michael said without looking back.

"You seem happy to see me," Luke said with sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Who pissed on your pizza?"

"I can only stand to see you for so long without wanting to strangle you." Michael said unamused.

"You know you love me, Gordon" Luke teased. Michael was having none of it.

"We have a mission to do, so let's get to it." He trudged forward without waiting for Luke to catch up.

"Hey! Wait up!" Luke rushed after him falling into step.

"We need leverage. There's an office building 4 levels higher than the museum in front and a phone tower around back. I take the front, you get the tower and watch the back. Okay? Okay."

"We've been watching for houuurs, when is something gonna happen?" Michael heard Luke through his ear piece.

'Does this boy ever shut up?' "How ab-"

"Maybe time will pass by faster if o tell jokes." Luke suggested.

"N-" "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Luke, no."

"To get to the idiots house." Michael sighed.

"Knock knock." Luke said, unfazed by Michael's lack of enthusiasm.

"Who's there?" Michael said, giving in.

"The chicken."

Silence.

"Get a fucking life." Michael said, annoyed.

"Okay, so, what about-" Michael noticed movement near a window on the first story.

"Then I said to her, that's not a whale, that's my sister!" Oh, he was still talking.

"Hey, dude, shut the fuck up for a minute. We've got movement on my end. First story, move in." Michael didn't wait for a response before parkouring his way down the building to the ground and track starring it to the museum.

Usually, there would be a security system running, but since there's somebody inside, it's obviously been disarmed.

' Guess windows are the new doors' Michael thought seeing the open window and hopping through it. 'Hopefully my idiot partner will be smart enough to use the window. He can be overly dramatic sometimes.'

Speak of the devil. "MIIIIIIIICHAAAAAAL!" Luke screamed at the top of his lungs. "IT'S DARK AND I CAN'T FIND YOU! MARCOO!"

'Does he really expect me to answer?' "Polo..." Michael whipped his head to back. 'Who the...'

"Michael!" Luke screamed running into the room.

"Wait. Stay back." He said to Luke who instantly came to a halt at the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked.

"Shhhhh..." Michael stood still and listened. He could feel another presence in the room.

"Who's there?" Michael called into the room.

"Yo mama!" Laughing.

"Luke, flashlight." Soon the whole room was bathed in bright light. Across from him was someone in a Frankenstein costume.

"What's going on here?" Luke asked walking up next to Michael.

"I've got this." He said moving towards it.
"Let's see who you really are." Michael said tugging on Frankenstein's head.

It came off with a suctiony 'pop'.

"Calum the asian!" They both said in sync.

"I would've gotten away with this if it weren't for you meddling agents!" And so Luke and Michael turned him in for whatever he was gonna do at the museum after dark. Probably murder.

Teh end.