Who are you?

Agent's life

I was standing in front of X, who pointed his gun at me. He pulled the trigger, but Mark suddenly, jumped in the bullet's way, hitting him in the head.

"MARK!" I screamed as I kneeled down beside his body, hugging him.

Luckily, he still had a pulse, but it could stop at any time if I'm not going to do something. I grabbed my gun, pointing it at X and looking at him with tearful eyes. I was about to shoot when I heard the police sirens from the distance. Shortly after, policemen came in, surrounding us, shouting hands up. They told me to drop the gun as well, but I then heard M's voice.

"Leave him, he is my colleague."
They put down the guns and I could stand up.

"Are you okay?" asked M.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but X shot Mark."
M looked back and signed to the paramedics, who quickly ran up to Mark and did what they had to.

M then turned to one of the police officers and told him to bring X and the others to the police station. Two men grabbed X and they went past me.

"It's not the last time you saw me," he said, angrily with pure hate in his eyes.

I straightened to show him that I'm not afraid of him anymore, and I'm prepared for the next meeting. If he is gonna come out ever, I will wait for him.
The paramedics put Mark on a stretcher and brought him back to the car quickly. I followed them out but just watched as they left the area.

"Are you coming with me back to the agency?"

"No, I'm... I stay for a little longer, but thanks."

He nodded, then jumped into his car and left the factory as well with the police.

Sam flew beside me and gave me the earphone, which I thought was with Mark, but I put it in.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's not my shoulder that hurts."

"Sorry, I thought it was a good idea to bring Mark here."

"No, it's not your fault, you..."

"Yes, it is. I could've just come myself, and now he would've been okay, but...

"Hey. It's fine. I'm still alive, right? And he will be okay. I'm sure of it."

"Okay," he said, then snuggled in my arms and I hugged him. "But I think we should have to go to the hospital. To check on him, and you should show your wound to a doctor."

"I'm fine."

"No." he interrupted. "You were shot on your shoulder, it's a big wound, so please."

"Fine. Let's go." as I said this, we left the factory.

I was worried about Mark, though, even that I said to Sam that he would be fine. No, he probably won't. X shot him on his head. Well, X tried to shoot me, but Mark saved me. Why though? Does he care? Does he want me to be safe? But I can't tell him that my life is always in danger. He knows that I am an agent, but is that okay? I mean, of course, it's not, but what can I do. Now I put his life in danger too, because my enemies will hurt him.

As I was thinking about this, we arrived at the hospital. We went in and up to the information desk, where a blonde woman was doing her job. We got some stares, but I didn't care. I won't put Sam back in my bag, just to lose him again. Never.

"What can I help you with?" asked the woman from behind her computer.

"I need to talk with Dr. Sara Cooper."

"Dr. Cooper doesn't want to talk with anybody now. Please come ..."

"You don't understand. I really have to talk with her."

"Sir. The doctor said to me to not let anybody..."

"Please. Tell her that I'm here and this number, 1019." I said and the woman gave me questioned look, but she grabbed the phone.

"Doctor, a boy is here and he wants to talk with you." said the woman as she looked at me, from behind her glasses, waiting for the answer. "I told him that, but he said it's important and a number... 1019."

She paused for a second and looked at me to give her a confirmation that she said the right number. I nodded and she surprisedly looked in front of her.

"But..." she stopped again, then turned towards us. "Alright."

She put down the phone and let me go to the office of Sara. Sam looked confused, then asked.

"What was the meaning of the numbers?"

"This is a code between us. The 10th number in the alphabet is the J and the 19th is the S. That's how she knows it's me."

"The doctor is an agent too?" he asked and I tried to shush him, but then I remembered that nobody else can hear what he says.

I just nodded when we stopped at a door and I gently knocked on it. I heard a faint 'come in' from the other side, so I opened the door and went in, closing it quietly behind us.

"Jack. What's the problem?" asked Sara.

"I was shot. And Sam really wanted to check it out, so."

"Let me see." she stepped closer, while I got my shirt off. "Yeah, it looks deep, but we can fix this. Sit down."

I sat down on the chair in front of her desk. She grabbed something from one of the shelves and put rubber gloves on, then she came back to me.

"It will hurt. I'm not gonna lie, it definitely will hurt a lot, but try not to scream as much."

She grabbed the bottle cap and poured a little from that liquid, which was in the jar, in the cap. She then counted back from three and poured the cold liquid on my wound. She was right. That hurt so much, but I tried my best to keep my scream inside as I grabbed my mouth with my other hand. After a while, it felt strange. I felt my muscles moving and something cold, as well as my flesh, pushed out the bullet from my shoulder. She grabbed it with a medical clip and put it down on her table.

I took a deep breath when the pain finally has been fading, and I relaxed my arms, hanging my head back, mumbling to Sara.

"Next time, I'll try to avoid the bullets, 'cause this is the worst."