Four

Chapter Three

Oh goodie. Time for the wandering around the area part no one cares about but still is in the story. Well, that's too bad. Suck it up and deal with it. Anyways, I wandered around the barren halls (like in every other story where someone gets captured and then gets freed) looking for something. Anything, really. A key, a door, a way out. All acceptable. Here comes the part where there's a suspicious door at the end of a hallway. Then, I saw a suspicious-looking door at the end of a hallway. See? I told you. I slowly walked towards it, cautious of any cameras or traps. So far, there were none in the entire building that I could see. These white halls did not match with my black outfit. And the ceiling was actually quite low if you think about it. And narrow. Suddenly, the door opened. Like I said, typical storyline of some stories. Before the people in uniform could see me, I hopped up onto the ceiling and spread my limbs so that I was touching the walls with both my hands and feet. I knew they wouldn't see me. No one ever looks up these days. Unfortunately, the couple of people that came out were apparently talking about the weather. Inconvenient, right? Especially when you're trying to hide on the ceiling aka up. So I made the proper decision. I dropped on their heads. That's what you guys would do, right? No? Okay whatever. Just proves I'm original. Right as they were about to look up talking about oh so interesting hail they saw a shape drop down from the ceiling. That shape was a cat. Just kidding, it was me. Well, I'm mostly solid, right? Except for my organs and stuff. But so is hail. Minus the organs and stuff. You know what I mean. But it was still something solid that dropped on their heads, right? No? Whatever. I'm still original. Now where do I stash these people/dead weight? Oh I know! The ceiling! I stuck one of the darts from my utility belt (haha Batman reference kinda not really) into each of their uniform tops. Then, I threw the darts onto the ceiling. Hey, I'm deceptively strong. Don't judge me. Now I just have to hope weather isn't a popular subject around here. I started my slow walk towards the door again. Yes, again. Deal with it. Nobody came out again. I peeked around the corner of the large door. It was completely dark. I slowly edged in, using my outstretched hands to feel around. It seemed that I was in a cave. And most caves have entrances, right? Wary of running into the wall, I walked forward slowly, feeling around with my hands. Then I hit my head. The ceiling seemed to be getting lower as I went along. Yeah, no duh. Unless I suddenly grew taller. I got down on my hands and knees and started crawling. At this point, my hands weren't outstretched anymore so naturally, I hit my face against a wall when the cave switched directions. Ouch. Turns out the cave wasn't very clean so I flopped onto the ground, surprised, while all the spaces on my face filled with a gritty substance. It felt like dirt or dust. I'm just gonna call it dirt, okay? Good. The dirt got into my nose, mouth, eyes, and, surprisingly enough, my ears. How did that happen? I started coughing loudly then realized I was behind enemy lines. I cursed myself and just coughed softly. Then I tried to get it out of my ears. It wasn't sticking to my exhaustion sweat as much as dust would so I assumed it was dirt. I shook my head, trying to clear my ears. Then I got it out of everywhere else, using secret techniques that at the academy we call crying, blowing nose, and sneeze. Though I couldn't do the last one, so I settled for spitting. If you already forgot, I was behind enemy lines still. Well, by now it was probably somewhere around the middle, or maybe in front. The cave had gone on for a while before I had hit my face, okay? At least no one saw that, so your reputation isn't hurt. And, while we're still on the topic of your face, smacking it against the wall a few more times could do wonders for that nose of yours. Gee, thanks brain. Definitely needed that oh-so-wonderful encouragement. Nice compliment, too. I'm going to skip going over the next few hours of torturous, claustrophobic crawling in great detail for the sake of keeping the audience's attention. I'll just include the last part. After many hours of grueling, claustrophobic crawling, there was finally enough room for me to stand up. Honestly, I don't know how the other guys who use this get out. Anyways, when I stood up and wiped the dust from my eyes that had accumulated, there was a large wooden door. There was also a light coming from a crack between the door and the floor. I walked (stumbled) towards the door and slowly managed to heave it open. Inside was, nothing, really. Just a white room, about 8 feet by 12. Like a prison cell. However, there was a white door that blended in so perfectly (minus the handle) on the other side of the cell. Great. Another door, I thought to myself. So I gracefully (unsteadily) walked (tripped and fell then crawled the rest of the way) to the door and tugged it open. Wow, these people need better security. The next room was dark, with the only light from the room I had just exited and yet another door. However, I noticed blood on the walls and a body. I rushed towards it and, sure enough, it was Agent 7. Just as I had hoped. I hoisted her up and put her arm around my shoulders to support her. Out cold, I thought to myself. More work for me. Great. As I was trying to lift the unconscious Agent up, my foot slipped and shut the door with a bang. Oops. Hope no one heard that. However, now that the source of main light was gone, I noticed a brighter light. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was yet another door! Oh goodie. Don't worry, that's the last one. Maybe. I managed to drag Agent 7 over to the door and heaved it open. A bright light hit my face and I winced, but breathed in the fresh air. Ah. Finally outside. Oh, right. Unconscious Agent next to me. Great. The next part most people know. Lots of breaks, dragging, and back pains. Anyways, eventually I made it back to the Achilles compound with a barely alive Agent draped across my shoulder. "Medic!"

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