Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
It was six O clock and your alarm was ringing madly. You reached out and silenced it, but it was not from your bed that you did this like you always did in the past, feeling emotionally and physically drained. O no!
For the past week you felt a lot more energetic, a feeling you had not experienced in a very long time, and, you dared to say, the happiest you've ever been since graduating from the police academy!
You didn't know why. Was it because of the strange serum the lizard had injected into your body? Well, whatever it was, it was probably the best thing that has happened to you so far!
Why, you even woke up five O clock this morning, half an hour earlier than before, feeling fully rested and actually eager to take on this miserable day.
Even the fact that your clothing felt a little snug around your chest, shoulders, and arms (you suspected that they must have shrunk somewhere in the wash) didn't bother you.
As you locked up your apartment, you felt like whistling a merry tune, and that was exactly what you did.
But little did you know you were being watched. As soon as you went around the corner, a figure emerged from one of the supply closets.
Effortlessly your lock was picked and the figure began to snoop around...
Bumper to bumper the cars stood, for the early morning rush hour was upon the city. Endless honking and angry shouts and curses filled the air.
You had been sitting for fifteen minutes at the stop, amongst several other working citizens and one homeless guy who appeared to have made his home there, growing more impatient by each passing second.
You just had so much energy! Why wait for a dirty old bus when you had two good legs to run with? And that was exactly what you did!
As you took off running in the direction of the police station, you were blissfully unaware that a white van was following you, pretending to be just another unfortunate vehicle stuck in traffic.
Two figures in the front seat watched you with great interest.
The first figure, who sat in the passenger seat, turn to the second figure and asked, "Is that him?"
"Yup, that's him," answered the second figure.
"Do you think the serum had already kicked in?"
"I have no doubt. Never seen somebody so eager to exercise in my life. Looks like he's about to have an orgasm!"
"Okay, so what do we got on him?"
"Well..."
The second figure pulled out a folder and began to look through every documented information about you.
"Born in 1990, somewhere in a small town in Texas. When he was at the age of two, his parents died of a Crack overdose. Raised by his grandparents from then on."
"Poor guy," the first figure interrupted, feeling a little sympathetic to you.
"Unfortunate, yes, but let's continue, shall we? Okay, it says here he attended a police academy for three years. Worked hard after graduation and rose high, but a scandal in the police unite he worked for ruined his career."
"Sounds like he's been through some tough times," said the first figure, "So, does Tom have anything for us?"
"He'd message me a few moments ago. Says he found something that could be important for the mission."
"Like?"
"Well, he found a few charred remains of photographs on the guy's balcony. It might mean that he's been through a tough breakup, because you only burn photographs when you want to get rid of bad memories of your ex, right? This could complicate our task considerably."
"Don't worry," said the first figure confidently and grinning, "Leave him to me. I can handle this guy. Anyway, is everything ready?"
"Yup, everything's ready," said the second figure, "You just need to waltz in there and they'd sign you up immediately."
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