My Crazy Stupid, One Day Off

Prologue

Damn.

This is NOT good. This is very, very far from good. I turn my body to at an odd angle, causing a sharp pain to sear through my arm. I look over towards the source of my pain. Which, to my pained anger, turns out to be a bloody, obviously broken arm.

Oh, what the fuck.

This is not how I wanted to spend my Sunday, bloody, beat-up, half-lucid, tied to a goddamn wall, having no clue as to whether or not my co-workers are okay. Like, I understand I'm a world class spy, hell, I'm thought of as the greatest spy alive, but c'mon man, this was my first day off in ever.

My ever so attent senses hear the light sound of footsteps walking towards the old door, and there's only two people it could be, my kidnapper, or my co-worker-bros coming to save me, but considering my luck (like getting kidnapped on my first day off in ever) it'll probably be the former.

The footsteps stop, and the door opens to reveal a tall, bearded man wearing a dark Armani suit, the mystery man walks to the middle of the room, and stands in front of me, not surprisingly, the man is followed by two Terminator looking types, most likely his lackeys. The man walks towards me until he's standing right infront of me, smiling a crooked smile, he takes his hand and taps me on the cheek.

"Glad you're awake Ms. Stone."

"Call me Danny"

"Call me Richard"

"Gotcha Dick"

Richard raised an eyebrow and sighed, "You're going to make this difficult aren't you?"

I, being the mature adult I am, lower my voice and mockingly state;

"You're going to make this difficult aren't you?"

"You know, when I imagined the greatest spy alive, this is not what came to mind."

"You know, when I imagined my first day off in ever, this is not what came to mind."

Richard sighs again, and steps back, doing a once-over on my body, he then pulls out his phone, and begins to scroll through Facebook, the most awkward of silences hangs in the air like that one pinata you keep missing, cause you can't hit shit for shit.

"Hey, Rick, could you at least tell me WHY I'm hanging off a wall with a broken arm on Sunday?"

Richard begins to laugh, it's a smooth, deep laugh, "Well, you see Ms.Stone-"

"Danny."

"Well, you see, Danny, Your agency has been known for taking down some of the greatest and most powerful crime rings out there, it solves crimes no other agency can, your agency IS the best, and YOU are the best of the best." He stops briefly, taking a sip of water, "I have been planning something big, something that will rock the foundation of this country, and your agency posed a threat to said plan, so I searched for a weakness, a small flaw in "the best and the brightest" and you know what I found? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But then I thought, agents, the agents, I started researching into each of you individually and I found out just how close you all are, practically family. So I realized, if I were to take away one of you, the rest would go crazy in their attempts to get said person back. I spent day in and day out looking into you guys, trying to figure who was the best option, and it was Court Tundra, your best friend, but then I stopped and realized just that, she's Danny Stone's best friend, even I know better than to do something so stupid, like try and kidnap Danny Stone's best friend, so I just kidnapped you, instead." He laughs once more, "I kidnapped Danny Stone, do you know how much street cred that will get me?"

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You kidnapped me to distract the RCT so you could pull off some master plan, yes?"

"Yep!" A quiet 'ding' rings though the air, bringing Richard's attention to his phone, "Oh damn, well, sorry to cut this meeting short, hun, but I have some business to attend to." Turning to his lackeys he states; "Do as you see fit, boys, but remember we need her alive, or this won't work." With one last nod, Richard strides out of room, just as he came. The two men look at eachother and both present matching Cheshire cat type grins, moving forward the one on the right began to crack his knuckles.

Damn.