Me? A Spy? ¬.¬

I walked to the agency.  It took about an hour, not that it mattered because I would be able to see Brian alive in the flesh with a functional heart.  But immediately, I sensed something was wrong.  First of all, the gates wouldn't open to let me in.  I scanned my ID, finger print, and eye a dozen times but it still didn't work. One hour passed.  I tried to break in, but to no avail. 

What the hell is going on?

I tried kicking the gigantic gates open.  I struggled and cried in frustration until I sat down drowsy.  I really wanted to sleep.

Eventually, I did fall asleep.  I would've slept some more until I felt myself being thrown over someone's shoulder and hurled to the floor. 

"Ow, what the heck is your problem?" I spat at the sturdy, muscley guy who had dropped me on my butt.  I stood up, rubbing my delicate butt.  His henchmen forced me onto a chair and they tied me with strong quality rope.

"Boss, I got her here."

"Good.  Bring the prisoner here right now."  I looked for the source of the voice.  Instead of getting tingles from hearing his voice, shivers ran down my spine.  This was most definitely not Brian.

"Well, well, well.  If it isn't my brother's girlfriend."

I froze. "You're not Brian."

"Stop stating the obvious, little girl." He stood up and circled me around.  A sudden sense of deja vú hit me. I tried to tune out his senseless droning.  I looked around the agency.  All the computers had been destroyed, and years of gathering files were gone in a matter of minutes.

"How'd you get our agents to leave?  Did you kill them?" I glared at Brian's twin.

"Y'know, your agents are very...gullible.  It's quite easy to hack into your communication devices."  His twin smirked. 

I stomped a foot.  Brian's twin stepped back instinctively even though I was stuck in a chair. 

"By the way, my name is Adrian.  Just in case you were wondering little girl."  Adrian.  Heh.

"Where the hell is Brian?  What the hell did you do to him? If you did anything, I'm going to kill you." I bared my teeth at him and tried lunge at him.  Being tied to a chair sucked.  Was Brian really dead?

Adrian bent down down and smirked at my face.  How I wanted to headbutt him until he was crying like a little girl.

"Clearly, you're used to being in charge, missy.  Look brat, face it.  Your agency is done.  So is the file.  I've already managed to duplicate several files around the world.  You lost."  I looked down and my hair covered my face.  I failed my agency.  What kind of spy was I?

"Where's Brian?" I whispered, menacingly.

"You know, I do remember using him as a tool," Adrian smirked.  I clenched my jaw, holding back a series of curses.

"Where is he?" My strength was faltering.  I just came here to see Brian, who now that I thought about it was probably still dead.

"Brian? Well, that's a good question because I don't know that myself," Adrian replied nonchalantly.

"Was he the one that killed those people?" I forced out.  My vision was clouded by my tears.  I would not cry in front of this jerk though.

"Actually, I did send him out to get the metals I needed to test the chemical." Adrian knelt down and leaned into my ear. "And I told him if he didn't do it, a certain girly would pay for his insolence." He twirled my hair around his finger.  I cringed in disgust.  "I took the pleasure of killing those two peasants."

Deep inside, I was relieved that Brian was not a killer.  He was still my stupid little Brian.  I smiled at the thought of him.

"Your smile creeps me out," Adrian broke the silence.

Somehow, I managed to headbutt him and he clutched his head in pain, much to my amusement.  He called me a bunch of foul words after that, some so bad I can't even retell them.

After he was done with his little tantrum, Adrian stood up and opened his briefcase up in front of me.  I lifted my head up to see what was inside.  I had a good view of red numbers counting down and wires coming out from the device in every direction.  I didn't need to be a genius to figure out what it was.