~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

~Agent Who?~

??? POV:

It was cold. Dark

I was sent on a petty mission to go get a new 'agent'. I did something Agent S didn't like. Of course he sent me on a small mission.

The alleyway was quiet. And I was honestly on my last nerve. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I wanted to get this over with.

"I found it..." I breathed.

The house was a small two story house. Not what I was expecting. I thought only the best of the best got picked for this type of shit. Not some nobody who lives with his mom.

I sighed deeply.

This'll be easy.

I quickly snuck around to the back of the house and looked for an opening into the house. It was so simple that it was scary. The back door was unlocked. I slowly snuck into the house. I searched for a distraction. 

Perfect. Glass.

I moved slowly to the vase. It looked majorly expensive compared to the rest of the house. He won't be needing it anyway. He'll be able to buy hundreds of vases like this when he gets his new salary.

I grabbed the vase and smashed it against a wall. I dashed to hide, pulling out a needle.

I heard a couple things stir, then footsteps coming down the stairs. I quietly prayed that it was the right person. I turned the corner. Yep, that's him.

He was small and skinny, with a huge tuff of dark, wavy hair on his head.. He was carefully examining the broken vase shards on the floor, with a clear frown on his face. He looked like he had smooth, soft skin that was tanned nicely. He had chocolate brown eyes to match. 

"!Mamá, el jarrón se rompió!" I heard an upset noise come from upstairs and the boy sighed. He was around my age. The file said he was 21 years old. This agency was going to steal his youth, just like they did with me.

I've been hiding too long.

I moved swiftly, Quickly stabbing the syringe in the back of his neck and covering his mouth to muffle the scream. He did something unusual. He struggled. People usually fell straight to sleep, or just passed out. He tried to get out of my grip, but I was stronger than him. At that time, of course.

Once I brought the boy to Base 10, Agent S' favourite base, I learned his name. Or letter, I should say. But that was his name now, everyone in his life was to refer to him as Q. Agent Q. He was no longer allowed to speak to his family or old friends.

My name was Agent G. My forgotten name was George. I missed when people called me that. Just George.

Agent Q wasn't really an agent. He was more of a play thing for Agent S. I think S somehow stumbled upon Q, and used him as the perfect opportunity to humiliate me and get a 'pet' at the same time.

He hurt Q. How do you think he got that scar?

He put Q in unnecessary danger for his amusement. 

Explosions. Gun fights. Gang wars. Even locking him in a cell with a serial cannibal with a knife. But instead of 'pet', agents called Q an assistant.

Agent S was crazy.

But he practically ruled the world, with presidents, prime ministers, kings and queens, and just really powerful people trusting him. It was like the gods' way of playing some sick joke. But it wasn't funny.

I left. Soon after Q got that scar, I left. I couldn't deal with it anymore.

But now I want to go back. But not for the reason you're thinking.

I want to destroy the agency and destroy him.

I want to kill S.

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