“An undercover assignment? You can’t be serious?” You said slamming the file down on your boss’s desk.
Your boss only identified as Number 1 looked back sipping whiskey from his class with a serious glance.
“I’m sorry Alex. Your latest mission was inexcusable. You were supposed to recover the data files from that general’s home nothing else. Instead it turned into a shoot out leaving behind dead guards and civilians.” Number 1 said.
“I got the files didn’t I? In the end isn’t that all that matters?” You said with a defensive tone.
“No...there is always more at stake...until you learn some humility for the job instead of chasing skirts and bar room brawls you will never be a top agent here! Maybe this next job will help remind you of that!” Number 1 said slamming his fist down as he sent you away.
“This is ridiculous...they don’t care about what you do...they only care about what you are caught doing...” You said in a dismissive tone.
Your next stop was to visit your quartermaster code named Number 13. He was in the science lab along with all the other nerds that kept this place going.
“Hello Agent 19.” Number 13 said to looking up from desk as he was preparing a syringe of some kind.
“Who’s the shot for?” You asked as you stared around the room.
“Well for you of course. You’re new undercover assignment requires a bit more than simple makeup and clothes. We will need to a full genetic rework.” Number 13 said.
“Oh really? Just am I going to be posing as?” You asked.
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