Jerry Stiwonlsky:
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure what I was thinking when I joined the governmental agency. Absolutely everybody here is crazy, except for Stacy... she is beautiful... I would do anything for her. She is the only one around here with any sense and is always the agent making the plans which the other agents take as their own. If I could rip out those other agents' throats without getting arrested, I would, to help Stacy become all she actually is. What's great is I think she loves me too! If only I could tell her...
Jerry froze as his phone started ringing. He set down his pen and journal next to him on his bunk in the secret agent trailer he and his squad were traveling in. They were on a mission to stop an unknown criminal from possibly causing world domination and destruction; if only they could find him. The agent picked up his phone and answered it. Before he could say anything, a deep voice on the other end mumbled out, "Hello agent, don't hang up. Don't say against anything I say and your family will be safe." 'I don't have a family... yet.' he thought as an image of Stacy smiling at him flashed through his head. 'Except... my parents... OH GOSH! '
"Please don't hurt my parents!" Jerry begged to the strange voice.
"Very good Jerry, now I need to ask you a... small... favor." the voice said.
Jerry was shocked that this person knew his name and after recovering, answered, "What do you need sir?"
"Give me the recipe for something to be nuclear."
Jerry froze. He was just an agent for the government, an offset. Something that could easily be disposed of if something went wrong. If he got the information for that and displayed it to the world, he would be sacrificed, and whoever got the information would also be obliterated. But at the same time, his parents who raised him, who supported him, who helped him through life were in danger. He came up with a brilliant plan.
"Sir, I currently do not have that information, but I will be able to get it soon enough. I will also have to deliver the recipe to you in person because both the government agents listening over the phone and the mail people can figure out what is going on and we are both dead. Do you understand?" Jerry tried to sound as in control as possible to try and get this mysterious person to listen. There was a pause before a response.
"When can you get it to me?"
"Well that all depends on where you are located, sir."
"6867 W. Ambrosia St."
'Good Gosh! That is only an hour back along the road the other agents and I traveled on! '
"Very good sir, I will get the piece of paper to you by next week."
"I'll be seeing you soon then." the voice said with a sudden coldness to it. Jerry shuddered.
I have to get out of this job soon, but that means death. I have been given more information than the other agents so the big wigs of the government have the choice to wipe me out with absolutely no consequences. So much for America being the country of the free. Anyways, now in under one week, I have to get back from this mission, convince one of the lab workers to give me the recipe to make something nuclear and get it to this guy. But on the other hand, he can only be up to no good. I should probably take the high ranked squad with me in case something goes wrong. They are automatically told this information, so if I ever have to yell it out for whatever reason, they will be in no danger. I have to go to bed now, so this is goodnight diary, and possibly goodbye in case I never write in you again.
There was a laugh by the door of the trailer, and Jerry looked up only to see his enemy, Mark, who was also an agent. Jerry considered Mark to be one of the smarter ones (but still wasn't bright) and hated his guts. Mark was always bullying the other agents when higher ranks weren't around. Then when one of the higher-ranked agents came around, he played dumb like he didn't know what was going on. "Well, well, well! Hey fellas! Come look at this loser writing in his journal again!" Mark yelled out to the temporary campfire that was set up outside the trailer. Jerry heard the mocking laughs from outside and blushed. Mark ran up quick as a rabbit and snatched up the journal. Starting to run out with it, he stopped when he heard Jerry stand up.
"That's enough, Mark! Give me back my journal. Stop being so childish." Jerry tried to stand up for himself.
"Awww, Jerry's trying to get his baby journal back." Mark mocked Jerry, trying to get him to break down. Jerry paused, infuriated. He had had enough of Mark's treachery, and wanted to strangle him so badly at that moment. Mark started flipping through the pages as he continued to walk out of the trailer. He chuckled under his breath and yelled out, "You'll never guess who Jerry has a crush on!" Tears started to trickle down Jerry's face as he realized his whole reputation was about to be ruined, and that his crush, his love who was sitting right outside, was going to find out that he loved her, but it was going to be humiliating for both of them. Mark cleared his throat and in a high pitched mocking voice, he read "I'm in love with-". He never got to finish that sentence though because Jerry screamed of rage and charged towards Mark, trying to look as menacing as possible. He, of course, was not going to hurt Mark but was hoping he would drop the journal. That is exactly what happened. Mark screamed a very high pitched scream and dropped Jerry's journal before turning to run. Jerry picked up his journal and gave Mark a glare full of hatred before glancing at Stacy, who had stayed on her phone through all of this. He then turned back into the trailer, slammed the door behind him, put his journal in its normal hiding place, and flopped back down onto his bunk. He fell asleep almost immediately to the sounds of Mark screaming out that he was such a coward.
