| Friday, June 7, 2002 Agent M and I (Agent S) were called onto the case of Sloppy Joe, at the time the current leader of the Conspirators. Agent A told us this could be it. This could end it all. He told us to take this case seriously. We couldn�t take the chance failing. Agent M and myself took it upon ourselves to do this ourselves. We thought we didn�t need back up. How wrong we were...I think� We went to Sub-Agent 33 for our equipment for the case. He started by revealing a car with all sorts of gizmos of sorts. It was decked out with the works. Guns, pretzels, coffee, Orange Juice, and a flame-thrower. It was great. The Orange Juice was great�I still never figured out how they got all the pulp out of the fresh-squeezed oranges� Anyways, he then gave us each three timer bombs, the watch-detonator, a mini-thrasher gun (1), and then the usual regular gun. Just in case. So I go around to the driver�s seat and Agent M climbs into the passenger seat. In the unusual, shiny blue sports car, Agent M and myself drove around the winding road around the mountain scenery and drove to our destination, Sloppy Joe�s Leadership Club. How could he get away with naming his HQ that, is all I would like to know. We drove into Limbarragia, looking around for any unusual buildings, until we came up to one, with a sign out front saying �Sloppy Joe�s Leadership Club� �How stupid can this guy get?� Agent M said as we arrived at Sloppy�s HQ. �I don�t know. But hopefully he doesn�t know what we�re doing here�lets go.� We walked into the front door and we�re surrounded by guards. Bunches of them. I turned towards Agent M, and gave her a nod. He both ran towards the guys in front of us, and jumped. We cleared right over those mofos, and ran for the elevator. But unfortunately, it wouldn�t open. Damn, I thought, its locked. One of these goons must have the key. So we had to fight them after all. Damn, I thought again. We�re screwed. So I ran towards Agent M, and told her what we had to do. We pulled out our guns, and leaped out from behind our pillar. We shot several rounds at one enormous fat guy, yet he still felt nothing. That sucks, wasting our ammo. So finally I shot some old dude in the knee cap, and he fell over. I laughed. Ha ha ha. Agent M managed to shoot some crazed-looking woman in the foot. We then took out our thrasher guns, and shot down the rest of the goons. We searched them and found no key. Damn It, I thought again. Then I looked over to the welcome counter, where a key for the elevator laid. �All that for nothing.� I believe I heard Agent M mumble as we got into the elevator. We figured Sloppy would be on the top floor, as all evil bad guys are, so we hit floor 12. When we reached the floor, the elevator let out a ring, and the doors open. Several huge muscle men, apparently some of Sloppy Joe�s henchmen, started running towards us. We ran around and finally we needed to catch our breath, so we hid in a storage closet for a minute, while the henchies looked around for us. �Do you have any water?� Meaghan asked me. I reached into my coat, and pulled out a bottle of water. �Gracias.� She said, taking a few swigs, then handed it back to me. I took a drink, than stuffed it back in my pocket, then pulled out my gun. �You ready� I asked Meaghan, with my hand on the door. �Yep.� She said, in a very �I�m-gonna-kick-some-ass voice�. I opened the door, and there stood two of the henchmen, right there. I took fire on the henchmen, while Meaghan, jumped up in the air, twisted and kicked off the wall, and fired at the other henchmen. We took �em down. Go team. We took caution while heading back to the door since there was still one other henchman missing. Suddenly out from behind us, we hear a pounding upon the ground. We twirled around to see a 300-lb. Man charging towards us with all his might. I grabbed Meaghan by her trench coat sleeve and dragged her against the wall. The henchman, not realizing what I had done, kept charging, and ran out the window. We were victorious once again. We went to the door, and with Meaghan�s back to mine, I opened the door and we charged in. Sloppy Joe sat there, low and behold, right in front of us. �What the Fuck?� were the only words we heard come from his mouth. The second we had took step into the room, Meaghan had thrown the 6 bombs given to us and landed right in front of Sloppy Joe. He gave us a quick look as of shock, then Meaghan triggered off the bombs, which blew Sloppy Joe into a million pieces. �In your face, you sloppy ass!� Meaghan screamed, as pieces of Joe flew in every direction. After all the smoke settled, we were face to face with the innards of Joe. �We ain�t cleanin� this crap up, that�s for sure!� I said, as I stepped over to Agent M. �You okay?� I asked her, as she stared at where the old geezer had once sat. �Yeah, I think so. That was nasty�We should call someone to clean this up. I need to take a shower.� She said, and then walked out of the office. I walked over to his desk, and found several floppies that hadn�t been harmed, and stuffed them in my pocket. I walked out of the office, as several Anti-Spy janitors walked in to clean up the mess we had made. |
| Chapter One: The Case of Sloppy Joe |
| The Adventures of Agent S & Agent M |
| 'The Adventures of Agent S & Agent M' is Rated R by the Shawn's System of rating stuff. :) It is rated R for the use of Strong Language, violence, and the shooting of guns. If you are under the age of 27, please go on and read the story. : ) |
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