Agent 9

Chapter 2: Preparations

After the infirmary my arm is numb. Almost to the point where I can barely tell when I'm moving it. I shake my hand around violently, trying to force blood back into the area.

I'll be honest, working for the Agency of Terror Detection ATD, is hard. But I was born for this. When my mother was young she became an agent here at the ATD. That's when she met my dad. The love between them was almost instant. And before long, I was born.

Solomon was furious with them. Offering them one last mission before he forced them to resign, they agreed without hesitation. But I wish they hadn't, because now they're dead.

Obviously, I was too young to ever remember them. But I see them in the ATD hall of fame. They're portraits are the largest because as everyone around here says, they were the best agents we ever had. And I must live up to that.

My sleek, silver watch begins to glow and bright blue. I bring it up to eye level and run toward my Mission Prep Room. Once I'm inside I press the button flashing Urgent. A glowing cyan hologram appears and a robotic female voice named Carla speaks:

"Agent nine, Erina. You are being activated by Agency leader, Solomon. Your instructions are as follows: Go to your Mission Prep Room and collect the fitting equipment. Next, Meet Agent thirty-one on Garage Level one-"

Easy, I've been missing him lately,

"-From there, you will be given information on your target, Archer Burns. Once you receive this information, you will take vehicle number twenty-five. Your destination coordinates will be implanted into your vehicle and you will be driven there automatically-"

Typical.

"-Be safe, return soon, good luck Agent nine." The watch shuts down and lays dormant on my wrist.

My mission prep room is small at the moment. Around the size of a small broom cabinet. Or the area underneath the stairs Harry Potter lived in.

I bring my watch up again and tap it quickly and fluid in the habit motion I've set myself into. The room lights up a neon blue and begins to extend, revealing my tech and weaponry as the walls expand larger, and larger, until the room is as big as a tennis court.

Carla begins to speak again:

"Select weaponry." I look around and my eyes lock on the grappling guns, invisibility bodysuits, and other related secrecy gear. I wonder if this will be a Stealth Mission, a Smash and Grab, or an NQK.

"What are Solomon's suggestions?" I ask Carla.

She answers, "Stealth Mission."

I nod even though she is unable to see it.

"Hello there," I say as I move toward the invisibility suits, take one, and unfold it. It drops down to my feet and lays in a puddle at my ankles.

I undress quickly and jump into the invisibility suit. It hangs off my small body, the legs, and arms too long by almost a foot.

I press a button situated on my collar and the excess length on my entire body instantly disappears as the suit forms tightly to my frame. I roll my shoulders back and move towards the mirror, examining it. Of course, it fits perfectly.