Mission: Derrick Wells ✔️

Images flashed of those few hours I was with "him". Him pinning my hands above my head aand holding a cloth that was most likely soaked in chloroform over my mouth and nose. I tried to hold my breath so the cloth wouldn't affect me, but because of natural instinct, I unconsciously forced myself to take in a deep breath of air, in the end giving the chloroform access and knocking me unconscious.

I punched the bag infront of me again and again, trying to relieve stress.

The man dumping water on me, making me jump up, PUNCH. Him beating me until I couldn't move, KICK. Him shoving food down my throat causing me to choke, PUNCH PUNCH.

I punched and kicked the bag a couple times more before the voice of the gym owner was heard right behind me.

"You've come in here everyday, only speaking when paying for usage of gym equipment." he began and stood a foot away from me to my right, arms folded and a curious gaze held solely on me. "So what does Men In Black want with such a private girl as pretty as you?" he asked.

I tried not to give away any nervousness when he mentioned "men in black" and tried to keep my voice steady when I asked him, "Why not ask them yourself?" and succeeded.

He gave a slight laugh before countering with, "I did. They said you needed to be brought to them immediately and to try not to scare you off."

I looked up at Bill, he was about 40, tall, thin but slightly built, brown hair beginning to pepper with grey, a slight 5 o'clock shadow and pestering grey eyes that seemed to resemble security camras when standing in the corner scanning the gym.

"Tell them they must have the wrong person." I offered.

"I did, they pulled out a picture, it's you their asking for." he said looking at the entrance. "Is there possibly any reason they'd be after you?" he asked.

"Not that I know of." I told him honestly.

"Then maybe you should go out there, take them outside, clear everything up and go home. Rest." he said now looking at me.

Thinking it over, it wouldn't hurt, I mean I haven't done anything wrong... unless they figured out who I am... what I do... but you'll never know until you ask... wrong saying...

Looking at Bill straight in the eyes, I nodded and began to follow him into the lobby. There, stood about 7 guys in black cargo pants, black shirts that were sticking out in odd places (probably bulletproof vests), and had belts filled with magazines (bullets), and each had a machine gun slung over their shoulder in ready position to shoot at the first sign of danger. While they stood in the back of the group, 3 more guys stood infront of them in black suits and all had three different colors, the one to the far right had a green tie; middle, red ; and far left, a blue tie.

The three in the front held some sort of air of power, and I mean enough to make me want to respect them. I slightly shook my head and stepped forward, "Umm, Bill tells me you boys were asking for me?" they nodded. "Alright, he also asked we take this outside." I said and turned to Bill.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "For a quiet girl, you seem to handle professional meetings very welll." before walking behind the front desk.

I followed the men outside into the sun, and lead them over to a tree that I sat at when the gym was closed and I just needed to think.

Turning to the ten men, I asked, "So what's all this about?" I asked.

They man in the blue tie stepped forward and spoke with such authority, you'd think he was a general or the president! "Allow us to introduce ourselves first," he held out a hand and said, "I'm Thomas." I took his hand and shook it before pulling back. He wore a smile but seemed distracted, so it almost looked forced.

The man in the man with the green tie stepped forward, also offering a handshake, which so not to seem rude, I accepted listening as he said, "And I'm Jake." He wore a bright and kind smile, unlike the one with a red tie.

The man in the red tie stayed back, silently observing the scene before him while the men armed with guns quickly introduced themselves, which shocked me to say the least, I honestly expected them to stand back as they had been doing.

After everyone introduced themselves, (from that side any way, excluding Mr. RedTie... until now that is) the man in the red tie stepped forward with what looked like a strut instead of a step. Something told me this guy was a cocky, senseless, selfish douch that was going to get extremely close to getting himself killed by me, I think I got all that, just by that one movement, boy are we in for a ride...

"I'm-" he didn't get to tell me because he suddenly looked away and then, when he looked back at me he seemed determined and stressed about something before bluntly asking, "Are you the the spy who has been following a man, Caucasian, blue eyed, black hair, about 20-21 years old, name Joseph Wells?" he asked. "Well until just recently were you spying on him for a secret federal agency called S.A.A.?"

The man in the green tie, Jake, grabbed Mr.RedTie's arm and pulled him back looking at him angrily before whispering something to him that made him glare at him before whispering something back. Mr.RedTie yanked his arm away from Jake before coming to stand in my face, trying to intimidate me, but I wasn't backing down.

"Awnser the question before I do something I'll regret later." he said in a low volume.

"Who wants to know? Who are you guys?" I asked, then a thought came to mind, making me let out a humorousless laugh, "What are you guys? Some kind of mafia? A gang? Or are you some kind of brotherhood who murders people when you get twichy?"

Thomas shook his head, tilting it down and rubbing the bridge of his nose and muttering, "Wrong choice of words." and wincing as he looked at me and douchbag infront of me.

Mr.RedTie grinned before holding out a hand and saying, well more like ordering, "Cloth." before Jake pulled out a damp looking cloth and handing it to the creep before me.

Almost at the mention of the word, images of that night flashed through my vision. By the time Creep had the cloth in his hand I was running back into the building and rushing to where my bag lay before bolting to Bill and hid behind the front counter holdings a finger over my lips hoping he's willing to save my life.

He looked confused before nodding as the bell on the door rang, signaling someone entering the building. I pulled out my revolver I carried with me and held it to my chest as Creeper spoke urgently, "Where is she?"

I saw Bill shrug and pointed to the bacn saying, "She ran back there in a hurry." before walking into his office.

I heard footsteps move away from the counter, and let out a sigh if relief.

Suddenly Creeper was grinning infront of me, I was about to let out a scream, but he moved too fast and had the chloroform soked cloth over my mouth, causing more memories. He knocked the revolver out of my hand, but I continued trying to fight him off but was distracted with all the memories, it all became confusing, and sooner than I'd hoped, I was drifting away into unconsciousness.

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