Wally's World

Planes, Trains, and Drug lords

"Wally you've got to hold them off for a few more minutes I haven't gotten the controls yet!" I heard Ashley say into my com

Ah shit!

Several men had their guns trained right at me. Their leader was a short stocky man who was carrying a literal hand cannon.

"That's it!" The man yells at me "I will blow your brains out right here!" The guy sounded as if he was some European, probably German.

I needed to think fast. I needed to give Ashley more time to get in.

"WAIT!" I yelled out. All the people in the cabin looked confused for a second. "If you splatter my brains out here who's going to clean that out?"
The leader looked at me. "You'll be dead. What do you care?"

"I am just saying that once you-" I immediately was cut off by Ashley yelling into my com. I looked the man square in the face. "Well times up... And so am I! Where did I think I was going-" I was cut off with a slap across the face with the hand cannon.

"Enough! You die!" The man yelled as he cocked back his gun.

"Now!" I coughed

Suddenly the plane took a sharp and violent turn down. Everything seemed to be moving a mile a second. I didn't have time to think myself. I managed to fling into a seat. I strapped myself in and closed my eyes.

I stepped off the plane. Agents and soldiers surrounded the landing strip. I walked over to a black SUV that was parked about thirty yards from the jet. The door opened and I stepped in. Inside I saw Ashley, Director Marx and Phil. Phil was our handler. He was in charge of giving us missions and bringing us in.

"Congratulations Agent 20! You managed to capture the agencies third most wanted drug kingpin. He has been evading capture for years. Impressive as always!" The director started. He was a fit black man. "Good work as always team 20! Phil your team is always on top of the game,"

The car drove us back to HQ. You see under the Lincoln memorial there is a huge tunnel system. Stuff the government doesn't want you knowing about is down there. Aliens? Yup! Military satellites that could take out cities? Got them. I might be talking it up but it is my work place so it sucks. You can't do shit there. Plus the division for the agents is basically 2 rooms. One locker room and then the briefing room. I know there are more agents I just never have met any of them. I mean Ashley and I work together but other than her I have no idea.

I changed out of the high tech suit I was wearing into my civilian clothing. My schools sweatshirt, and jeans. After a very brief debrief with Phil I walk back to the motor pool. I get into the SUV that will be taking me home. Ashley is inside.

On paper Ashley and I are are completely different. She is captain of the cheer-team, and I on the other hand am basically unknown. I guess the only thing we have similar is grades. Our ranks are 3 and 4 (She beat me in physics by a singular question). Oh I forgot to mention our covers actually despise each other. Ashley Duncan and Wally Hanson have absolute disgust for each other. I think it was so the our true identities would not be discovered.

I sat down and Ashley immediately put her head on my shoulder.

"Ash?" I asked

"Come on Wally, you got to let me have this. The car ride is pretty much the only time where you and I can be together."

I sighed. It was true. Ashley was pretty much my only friend. I would say my best friend.

"Fine,"

She seemed to be happy so I didn't insist on her changing.

We were dropped at the edge of the neighborhood. We both lived there. Me with my uncle and Ashley with her family. My parents thought it best that I remained stationary while they travel the world. Mom and dad are doctors. What they didn't realize is my dad's little brother was a career criminal. He always was lying about something and the cops always show up and try to arrest him. Luckily he is nice though. Manipulative but nice.

I got back and opened the door. Uncle Harold was waiting for me.

"Wally. I know you work late on the weekend but this late? What is the company having meetings this long for?"

"Well if you got a job Uncle you'd understand,"

The scruffy many laughed and stroked his beard.

"You got me there,"

With that my night ended. I laid in bed just thinking about my screwed up life. I was an agent for the US government but I am in high school. I rub shoulders with some of the worlds most dangerous people but the abuse from my fellow teens is incomparable. Disarming a nuke? No problem. Listening to a girl that's supposed to be my girlfriend talk about me being unavailable all the time. Impossible. I drifted off to sleep with these thoughts swimming in my head.