Splatoon: X 8

Agent meeting

This is my first story. Dont be cruel. If I mess up, tell me and I'll fix it.

Agent X POV

Agent X walked to the entrance of the building he was assigned to. He entered and walked to a lady at the front behind a desk.

Agent X: Hi, I'm supposed to meet the other agents here. For a meeting, I guess.

Lady: Top floor.

She told him without even looking at him.

Agent X found the stairs and walked to the top and entered the room. Putting his hood on so no one could see his oblivious hybrid hair.

Upon entering, he saw the agents known as Three, Eight, and Captain Cuddlefish.

Three: Who is this.

Captain: He is Agent X, our new Agent.

Agent X looked around to see that Eight was staring at something through the window.

Agent X: (Fuck Angel's, she is amazing. He remembered what Capn' had told him about her. I fucking love this octoling) Yea, that's me. Agent X.

Three: Whatever, meeting starts in a few.

Agent X stood next to Eight. He couldn't find out what she was staring at.

Agent X: (she is beautiful) I heard you don't talk much.

Eight shook her head. Knowing she wont talk, he turned to Three.

Agent X: Where are One, Two, and Four.

Three: How do you know them?

Agent X: I did background checks of everyone I was meeting today so that I can be sure of who I can trust.

Three: Okay..., they are not coming today.

Agent X: Why?

Three: we are discussing battle plans and not everyone wants to discuss battle plans with Capn'.

Agent X: WHAT! This is unacceptable, I was thought to live and love battle plans.

Three: Your bio says you never use plans for anything.

Agent X: I have a bio. The hells that supposed to mean.

Three: Its info about you and how you fight.

Agent X decided he had enough and went to ask Capn' if they could start early. Capn' agreed and started the meeting. Only Agent X paid attention.

When Cap'n was finished, he asked for thoughts and Agent X gladly started.

Agent X: What if they took the shields and placed them at their sides so gun fire couldn't get through and we held sticks with sharp metal ends out.

Everyone stared at him like he was insane.

Agent X: I thought... it was a good idea.

Agent X said this remembering that his form of battle was discarded long ago.

Three: Is he insane.

She whispered this to Eight.
Eight looked at her.

Eight: Veemo