My name is Alex. Like that matters much anymore. They turned me into a cold-hearted killer, slapped a number on me and sent me on my way. Well, with the catch that when ever they need me, i would be there to go on another suicide mission and find some person they wanted dead. They. Is it they or is it a he? Is it a company or have I and the twenty-nine other agents been lied to? But that doesn't matter anymore. The company known as WD Industries, that promised us we would be doing a service to our country, that we would be saving lives. Ha. Saving lives more like taking them. One after the other we agents took out another target that the Industry believed to be a threat to the country or the Industry. It was lonely at first, running around killing people alone and talking to your boss through a payphone at the airport. He then tell you the next target and you just go, cause thats what you were made to do they said. We chose this program to save lives they said. Well ya, we did not sign up to take them. WD Industries is now trying to start over and restart the program. Thats where our story will begin. My name is Alex P. Hendrix, agent 0-23 and this is our story.
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General FictionOriginally the agent program was for secret missions to save lives but ended up being something else. The industry that created this program of 30 agents is shutting it down and restarting deleting files, burning buildings, and taking out, the 30 a...
