A New Mission

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Flames's POV
I was so excited for some reason. I got my air guitar out, had awesome music in the background.

 I got my air guitar out, had awesome music in the background

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Life was good!

Suddenly, I get a call and my empty wall reveals a secret screen. A lady appears on it.

It was Miss. Thompson.

But I was having too much fun to notice her.

"Mr. Pond." she said, unaware of my headphones.

"Mr. Pond?"

I was still not paying attention.

This seemed to annoy Miss. Thompson.

"MR. POND!!!"

I had just spun in a circle when I saw Miss. Thompson's mad face.

I quickly turn the speakers off, drop my air guitar, and take my headphones off.

"This is agent Pond here. Speak." I say.

Miss. Thompson sighed. "Very well. Do you remember the Fuzzy Guy?"

I cringe at the name. I can still hear his maniacal laugh in my head. Sometimes, he just creeps me out all together. "Yes. I do. I still hate him. But he's locked up in jail!"

I took a sip of Coke.

"Well, unfortunately for you, Mr. Pond, the Fuzzy Guy escaped this morning."

I spit out the Coke in shock.
"Wait, what?!"

"Yes. It appears that his henchmen came and broke him out of prison."

"Stupid henchmen..." I mutter.
"Alright. What do you want me to do?"

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