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Immortal Spy

"Who the hell are you!" He slams the folder down on the interrogation desk. I stare at it, wanting to know what was inside. Unfortunately, my hands were cuffed to the table so at the moment, I couldn't open it. Dammit, why did I get caught? That was dumb as shit! I scolded I myself in my head.

I stayed silent, a tactic I've picked up over the years. It usually annoys the interrogators. "Not going to talk, huh? That's fine!" He yells, practically spitting in my face. Yep, he's annoyed. They usually give up easier if they're irritated.

He turns around, taking a few steps away. I hear him suck in a. breath, trying to calm down.

"Fucking tell me who you are!" He turns back around and slaps me in the face.It stung, but I hardly noticed. I stretch my neck back, then turn my head to the obviously one way glass screen.

"You know, you really should calm down." I look back at him, not showing any sign of fear, despite the deep shit I was in. "Your boss wouldn't want you to lose your temper like this." I wasn't sure who was behind the glass, but I could take a guess that it was his boss. People fear me more if they think I know things that I shouldn't. And it worked. He looks shocked for a moment, then regains his cool, and leans down in my face.

"This. This is not me losing my temper. You don't want to see me lose my temper. Now tell me who you are, or I will." he seethes in my face. He's trying to intimidate me, and it's not working. Ive been through dozens of interrogations like this. I just hadn't in a while. Security was a lot more modern, and it would be harder for me to escape this one. Not impossible, but I wouldn't be able to walk out the front door like I usually could.

"I might tell you if you let me look through that file," I pointed to the cream folder with my name on it. Well, one of my names. He groaned.

"Fine." He pulled out a key and unlocked only one of my hands from the table. Smart man, but it won't help. I slid the file closer to me. I wasn't going to tell them who I was. Never. But I'd like to know what they know about me. Probably just some records of heists or robberies. Nothing bad.

But when I opened the file, my face turned white. There, in the creme file, were multiple pictures of me, dating back a couple of centuries, to when the first camera was made. There was also a few drawings and carvings of me dating back thousands of years, though they couldn't possibly know it was me?! Could they? I thought I had been carful to cover my tracks. But now they know. No ones ever gotten this far. I looked up and he smirked.

"We caught you. Now tell us who you a-" he was cut off by a swift hit to the throat, stunning him long enough for me to grab the key and unlock my other hand. By the time I did, alarms were blaring, and a voice saying 'lockdown initiated' could be Heard.

"Well shit," I said almost sarcastically to myself.

"Ha!" he choked out, still hurt from my hit. "Now you'll never escape." he laughed, then coughed up blood. I sighed.

"Silly fragile human." he tried to lunge at me, but I grabbed his arm, twisting and breaking it. Then, the door is kicked open, and about fifteen heavily armed guards rushed in. I grabbed the man's gun and still held his broken arm behind his back as he screamed. Human flesh shield.

"Drop the man and the weapon and stand down!" One yelled. I was surrounded, with 15 guns pointed at my head. Ehh, I've been in word situations. "You have five seconds!" I cocked the gun. "Four!" I looked at my exit rout. "Three!" I tightened my grip on the man. "Two!" I pulled my gun to my chest. "One!" This should be fun. "Fire!" As sion as he yelled that, I ducked, using the man to cover me. Bullets flew through the air, and half of the soldiers went down, having been shot by their own. I quickly rolled away from the center, behind another one. I jumped up and snapped his neck, then using him as a shield, I shot down five of the other guards before I herd the click of then gun, signaling I was out of amo.

The two guys that were left started running at me. I kneed one in the stomach and he doubled over. Then using him as a boost, I jumped off him and flung myself onto the other guy, wrapping my legs around his neck. He quickly blacked out fro lack of oxygen. By that time, the other guy had gotten up. He aimed the gun at me and I kicked it out of his hands, then spun back to kick him in the side of his head.

Huh, I was right. That was fun. I looked at the fifteen bodies lying around me. Then my head shot up, more were coming. I grabbed the file and ran off to a computer room. I needed to erase any evidence of my existence.

I found the data base room, and rushed in barley avoiding the guards. Not that I couldn't take them out, I just felt bad. I mean, I've had thousands of years to train. They've had twenty, maybe. Its just not fun when its not a fair fight. I rushed in and hacked into their computers. In a matter of minutes, I wiped their entire system clean. Better safe than sorry.

Just as I was finished, I heard the door about to open. I quickly located a vent, and crawl inside. It took me a minute to find an exit, but it wasn't long before the scent of fresh air hit my lungs, and I got out side.

The alarms were still blaring, but that didn't matter. I ran to my bike, and sped off. They could never catch me now. Not even the best detectives would find any trace of me. I'll admit, they did come closer then anyone ever had, but they could never defeat me. I am...

The Immortal Spy