Special Agents
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Special Agents is about 4 young spies trying to work together around the world. They have to join together and form a team to do so, soemthing they have never done.
I find the gate quickly and find the door to the meeting room. A man stood guard at the door, trying to be intimidating. I could take him down in about 17 seconds flat.
He's to confident, i wonder who trained him? Not someone very good, i could tell you that much. I walk up to him and raise a eyebrow. He straightens a bit and speaks.
“Name?” His voice is a bit scratchy, as if he doesn't speak often. I reply short and fast. “Summer Knight.” He nods his head and opens the door. I drag my stuff inside and set it by the door and look around the room. James sits in a chair towards the head of the table. He looks up when he hears me. He smiles at me, i nod my head and walk towards the back of the room, passing another man i've known almost my whole life, Mr Green.
“Well Summ, no hello for your favorite person in the world?” he smiles bigger than he should have. I don't want to play with him right now. I want to know what's going on, so i ask so.” What am i doing here, Green?”
“Well Summ, you're about to meet your new team.”
“What?” comes from James as I choke out “Team? What do you mean team?”
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