Agent Coyote

Chapter 1

Ok so I got this idea, I don't even know where but once I get an idea it won't leave my head until I write about it, soooo I had to write about it. I wrote the first chapter to see if I wanted to stick with the idea. Im working on getting a good start before I publish too many parts but I really hope I can get a good start on this story, I think its going to be a good one. Thanks for checking it out and let me know what you think about this story idea! (:

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4:27 AM. It should be illegal to make someone get up this early. I'm so sick of the early morning calls from the agency, and I need a vacation desperately. As used to these calls, I may be it still doesn't make them any more tolerable, especially when I haven't even had a chance to wake up properly.

I pinch my fingers behind my back in an effort to stay focused as the elevator slowly carries me up to the top floor, where all the big shots are, where my boss is.

Our agency is not run by the government but was created to keep the government's nose out of the dark side of the world. Essentially it's an agency built to control the movement of drugs, weapons, or specific production under wraps. It's the darker side of the business world where some of the world's higher-ups like to spend most of their pocket change. Especially the money that the government has no idea exists.

Everything you see nowadays has a grand system of control. Somewhere where it was created and where it's being run and monitored. Everything's being controlled by someone, and our job is to monitor those someone's and take them down if they become a problem or become too powerful.

At least that's what I'm here for, to make sure people never find out about these sorts of things....or let's just say we would have a problem.

As the elevator comes to a slow halt, it dings as the heavy metal doors open to reveal the top floor of our agency. Even though it was 4 in the morning, the agency was still crawling with people. If there were no windows, it would be hard to tell the time of day it was. 24/7 movement and more constantly keep this place alive and on its feet. We need to always be on alert; that's what they taught us at training all those years ago.

With my hands still tightly woven behind my back, I walk into my boss's office, his name brightly illuminated on the front door. He stood back to me, staring out the window towards the still sleeping city. I stood at the edge of his desk in a soldier's stance and cleared my throat.

"Ah miss Marine-"

"Agent coyote, please, sir," I cut him off. I knew he, of all people, would know my first name, but I would still like it if the news of my real name didn't get around.

"Yes, sorry, agent Coyote," he put particular emphasis on my name that time and I could tell he was a little pissed at being corrected.

"What's this about Vexx?" I question out of turn, but he lets it slide as he has so many times.

"I have a job for you, a big job, with a huge amount of money as compensation. Heck, if you get this job done for me, you can have my job," he finished with a smirk, but something about his statement bothered me.

The fact that he went right out and said if I completed the job, I would get his job meant that the likelihood of my death was very, very high.

"This job is going to get me killed, isn't it," I say, narrowing my eyes at him. He sighs and runs one of his big scaly hands down his face.

"Look, Coyote, it's not up to me, my bosses want you on this job, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to get you onboard." He has my full attention now, his bosses are dangerous, and if they were willing to do anything for my work, that means I'm in deep shit.