Spies: Destination Hawaii

Chapter 1

United Kingdom, 12:00 pm 

 Inside a large mobile truck a hired man stands on guard, smoking a cigar. Suddenly, he's hit in the back of his head with the butt of a gun. He crumples, falling face first to ground. The cigar falls out of his hand to lay burning out on the ground. Someone drags the henchmen into the bathroom room and closes the door. After an minute, a young man steps out wearing the man's uniform. He appears to be 17. He's got jet black hair and shade-covered dark blue eyes, and he looks to be a smooth but smart-ass kid. Wes McChase is his name, otherwise known as Agent Wes. 

He puts on the guard's hat and makes his way to the second part of the truck. As soon as the door is open, he asses the situation. Several of his opponents stand guard over the female agent he knows he is meant to rescue. She looks a little roughed up, clearly beaten from the look of the many bruises discoloring the little he could see of her face. The sight of her tied to a chair with her head hanging low and despondent like that, brings sympathy bubbling to the surface, and so the flashback could not be helped. The memory of how he got into this mess is the price he pays for emotion, and taking a chance to better his life all those years ago.

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 2 years ago in Brooklyn, 

 It was calm night. The wind blew swiftly through the streets. There were few cabs out driving, it was rare, but tonight just wasn't an busy night. One pitclarer cab was parked in front of the meuseum. The cab driver was an African american older woman who looked a little crazy. She turns on the radio to listen to Queen's Don't Stop Me Now. She closed her eyes, humming along, attempting to entrain herself. Besides, nothing exiting was happing. "STOP THIEF !" Or not. Alarms from the museum go off and a hooded boy comes running out, carrying a very expensive jewel. 

 "Start the car !" The thief shouts as runs towards the cab. He could hear the music blasting out of the cab window. 

"Start the car !" He shouts again, getting the cab driver's attention. 

The door swings shut with a loud bang as he gets into the back seat, looking panicked. He takes off his hood to reveal jet black hair and light blue eyes. The teen appeared to be 14.  Stuffing the large diamond into his pocket, the thief known as Wes MacChase yells "drive!"

"You got it sweet cheeks" The cab driver said as she puts them in reverse, backing up. 

 "What the hell are you doing ?!" Wes shouts. 

 "I'm driving !" The she yells back. 

"Why are you driving backwards !" Wes retorts, angered. 

 "The real question is why isn't everyone driving backwards ?" The she asks innocently. 

 "That makes no sense !" Wes points out, and if his panic wasn't apparent before, it is now. The loud blade of a familiar alarm has him whipping around, to be greeted by the red, white, and blue that usually accompany it. Cops. 

"Fast!" He snaps.

"You got it!" is the frustrating response. The teen's eyes widen,

"Wait, turn around first!" He shouts, hanging on for dear life.

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 Present Day, UK 12:15

Wes takes an deep breath, trying to shake off the memory. He had to stay focused on the mission. Suddenly, a TV screen appears above them.

 "Bob, do you have the agent ?" The voice asks one of the guards. 

 "Yes sir, we have Agent Fox right here" Bob says, pointing to the tied up agent Fox.