My Life As A Secret Agent

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12 YEARS LATER

"Blackbird, what's your status?" I murmured into the comms unit.

I was met with static.

"I repeat, Blackbird, what's your status?"

Static. Again.

"Bookworm, come in," I tried my other team mate.

Once again I was met with static.

"Damn it!" I muttered making my way to the opening of the vent. I peered in, hoping to catch a glimpse of either Tessa or Beck. No such luck. Quickly checking my surroundings, I opened the vent and slipped into the pitch black room, hand on my pistol which was a CZ75. I already had on my night vision goggles from before. Because come on, vents aren't that bright.

I looked around again before slowly inching my way to the door. Hearing a rustle from behind, I grabbed my pistol and spun around while clicking off the safety ready to fire a shot. Hearing the gun go off, I dropped to the ground and fired a shot of my own. Judging by the loud groan, I'm guessing I hit my target, which apparently is a guy.

Using that to my advantage, I snuck to the other side of the room and knocked my attacker out by sending him a swift kick to the head. That move never gets old.

I checked again for any other possible attackers. Satisfied, I made my way back to the door. I held my gun at the ready and crept down the hallway, making my way to the place Tessa last reported from. Feeling a sudden pressure on my arm, I looked down to see it bleeding. Lodged into my left arm was a bronze bullet. Well... would you look at that?

I quickly ducked into a room and checked my arm. It wasn't too bad. I mean, I've had worse. Holding my breath, I pulled out the bullet and pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding. It might sound painful but after years of doing this I've become used to it. Tearing off a piece of my shirt, I used it as a bandage. I'll probably get it checked later.

There was a sudden thud on the door. Probably someone trying to kick it open. Pfft, amateurs. I fired two shots at the door. I watched as the bullets tore through the cheap wood and -hopefully- hit my target. I heard someone hit the floor breathing heavily. Tip toeing to the door I peered out of the holes I had made. I saw a man on the floor. Whether he was dead or unconscious I didn't know. And I wasn't going to find out.

I pushed open the door, using more force than usual. Gosh, this guy was heavy. Finally getting the door open, I continued on my way down the hall, peeking into each room. Nothing. Where could they be?

I went to turn the corner when suddenly, a scream pierced the air and the door in front of me was thrown open. A towering figure stepped out. He was really tall, like 6'7. Wait a second... I knew this guy. This was the guy we were supposed to capture. Evan Stringler. He's apparently some champion street fighter.

But I wasn't scared, I could take this guy.

He made the mistake of throwing the first punch. Stupid guy thinking he could beat me just because I'm a girl. Time to teach him a lesson.

I grabbed his fist and, using his momentum, punched his gut. But he appeared unfazed. Impressive. Very impressive. Guess being a street fighter really does make him immune to most things. But I could still beat him.

He threw another punch but I dodged, ducking down and sweeping him off his feet. Literally. I went to kick him but he blocked it. Jeez, this guy is one tough cookie. He then proceeded to grab my leg and pulled me down with him. But I wasn't taking that.

I grabbed his head and smashed it into my knee before quickly springing up and kicking him once again in the head. He fell back and grabbed his head. I used that moment to punch him another time near his neck. That should do it. But he was still conscious.

Interesting. Very interesting. Not to be conceited or anything but most people wouldn't last this long. Normally it's one punch and they're out. But then again, this guy is a top street fighter.