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    Flames Pond quietly snuck into the warehouse, hoping not to get caught. He was very skilled at his job, being a secret agent. He had been sent on this mission to retrieve a few digital files for his agency, commonly known as Building 36. He had never really known much about his work besides doing what you’re told and never asking why.

    He had slipped in through a window in the basement, carefully pushing it open to find it unlocked. He knew for a fact that their security would not be passed easily, and he slid down onto the floor quietly. Pulling out a pair of what looked like sunglasses, he put them on to be able to see the hidden beams to sound the alarm. He couldn’t keep a smile off his face-- this would be simple. Only this warehouse was stupid enough to forget extra security.

    With a flash of movement, Flames was ducking and sliding and somersaulting past the beams with ease, keeping his sunglasses on. This was what he was trained to do, this was what he was born to do. He had been an agent for the past five years, and now as a 19 year old, he was prepared for solo field missions. Before this, he’d been paired with people he couldn’t work with or who generally hated his guts, thinking he was a reckless child. Although he started out inexperienced, the agency had drilled into his head that he had to be mature enough to handle solo missions. Flames wanted that more than anything-- his own mission just for himself! Even when he reminded himself it was an easy mission for beginners, he couldn’t contain the excitement in him as he finished the path of beams.

    “Heck yeah,” he whispered with a smirk. He turned to look around, but the place was pitch black. He turned a knob on the side of the sunglasses and night vision turned on. He could see boxes stacked against the cold brick walls, rats scuttling about for food of any kind, and a box with wires trailing out of it. He took a step on the cool cement floor in his worn out Onitsuka Tigers, headed for the box. He made sure to keep an eye out for anything that could harm him, but nothing was around. His mission directors voice reverberated through his head, reminding him of his task.

    “Take out the lights but not the whole system, you don’t want to make your files unreachable,” she said. He nodded, remembering. Silently, he pulled out a small camera and snapped a few pictures of the scene, letting the flash absorb the colorless room for a split second. Quickly, he tried to open the box. Locked. He sighed and pulled a pen from his cargo shorts, aiming it at the lock and clicking it. A beam of light hit the metal, and he waited patiently, blowing away the sliver of smoke coming from it.

    The lock fell and Flames caught it before it hit the ground, throwing open the box and examining the wires. He pulled out a few and heard shouts of surprise above him. Just the lights; he needed to use the elevator to get above.

    Flames waited in the dark, climbing up on the boxes and onto the beams on the ceiling, listening as the elevator descended. He waited for the guards to leave the elevator, flashlights in their hand as they searched for the box. The elevator wasn’t very nice looking-- it was the creaky kind you see in warehouses like these, with the metal bars around you instead of a secure wall. Flames gulped but jumped down, landing in front of the elevator and slamming the UP button. The guards cried out at the sound of the elevator and turned to land their flashlights on… nothing?

    Flames had quickly forced his way onto the top of the elevator as to go unseen, and it was working. He sighed a breath of relief, waiting for the elevator to reach the top. His fingers brushed his hip, where his gun was resting in the holster.

    “Only use this if it’s absolutely necessary,” his director had told him strictly. “We don’t want loud noises alerting everyone. You get in, you get what we need, you get out again.” Flames nodded mentally.

    The elevator stopped and Flames prepared himself. A few guards were waiting for information on the power outage, but were met with nothing again. Flames rested his fingers on his favorite trick in his pockets. With a violent throw, a smoke bomb filled the elevator under him and rushed out to the guards around. The smoke made them pass out almost immediately, and Flames held his breath as he leaped down and rushed by without a trace. The computer he needed to reach was just on his left, but he needed to get to the end of the hallway undetected. The lights would be coming back on any second, and he prepared himself for another smoke bomb.