Agent Benjamin Ripley

Chapter 22

Y'ALL, CALM YOUR TITS. 15 COMMENTS ASKING ME TO UPDATE, CHEESE ITS! This one is gonna be in 3rd person POV

James Fridman got a peculiar request on his twitter page. A woman was asking him to photo shop her friend, a young man, into a photo. She was very specific in the request, and even the famous twitter troll couldn't find anything weird to do with it. She had said that if he tried anything funny, they would deal with him. It was a photo of a handsome young man about 19. The instructions were to photoshop his head onto a body in another provided photo. He did it and sent it back to the girl. She didn't respond, and he moved on.

"Sir, we have received the photo." A woman told the boss.

"Very well," He nodded. "Is it adequate?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Send it to Miss Hale. And the CIA for good measure. Along with that video." His grin glinted in the darkness, and the boss almost seemed to melt into the shadows.

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"Erica!" Mike called to the famed spy. They had arrived back at the academy, and debriefed the higher-ups. Erica had been in her apartment, crying. Why wasn't it me? She thought. Why was it always Ben? Why did he have to be so stupidly selfless!

Ben was always the one getting captured, and it was always for her, she realised. When he had been undercover in SPYDER and risking his life, it was for her. Because of her.

"Everytime Ben gets hurt, it's cause he's trying to protect me. It's all my fault." She whispered to herself. Then Mike rushed into the room, and he looked excited and worried at the exact same time.

"What? Did they find him?"

"Not exactly, but we got what we think might be a ransom message."

The two spies rushed over to the meeting. Erica could hardly stay still, and her normally impeccable attention wavered. Had they found him? She was a mess.

"And on other matters, Agent Benjamin Ripley has been kidnapped by another crime syndicate. It is believed that it is the same organization that had him before."

Erica drew in a sharp breath, and placed her head in her hands. All my fault, she thought.

"Hey," Mike whispered. "Ben wouldn't want you thinking that way. It's not true."

"What are you talking about, Brezinski? No offense, but you're no Colin Cloud." Mike chuckled.

"You're thinking that this is all your fault. Well it's not."

Their conversation was interrupted by the agent coughing.

"They sent us a video, and a photo." All 10 agents in the room's attention was turned to the screen.

"Hello, CIA." A man chuckled in the shadows. The only thing anyone could see was the bottom half of his face. A scar was prominent on his left cheek, no doubt from a fight. "We are Callim."

Erica was on high alert. This man, and everyone involved. They took Ben. Meanwhile, Mike was snorting. Scarface, he thought, but quickly reminded himself of his best friend.

"We have taken your special agent," He barked out a wiry laugh, his silver tooth glinting. "No, no, this isn't a ransom video. He's quite happy here. I am Coin. Good luck" It showed a clip of Ben in a chair, a beautiful woman holding his face. His face was stoic, but his eyes helpless. (LOOK INTO HIS EYES AND THE SKY'S THE LIMIT)

The agent flashed to the photo, and Erica gasped. It was Ben with a wiry smile, holding a gun to a man's head. It looked so natural, but at the same time alien. The photo didn't look like photoshop, the glint in his eyes was real, as was the shading.

"Ben?" She croaked. Had he given up to Callim? Was he a murderer?