I always felt if someone had some kinda secret creepy base somewhere it would be something like Area-51, miles out in the desert with no one miles ‘round. This ain’t the kinda thing I had in mind, no sir, Site-18 was in the middle of a big city, and I don’t mean underground, hidden behind steel vaults and soda machines, I mean it was in a building just as inconspicuous as any other one. Well, I mean maybe that’s the point… probably helps that they don’t really hold no bombs here neither.
I woke up here just a few days ago, Breen. Dr. Mayreder told me I’d been in an accident, said I was an agent. I didn’t remember shit, but Sanders clued me in real nice-like. He seems like a good guy. He seems like the most decent person I’ve ever met.
Life there’s pretty normal. We got a little barracks on the 2nd floor where the men sleep, there’s a cafeteria with decent-enough food, although I’ve gotta say that Friday surprise really hits the delectable - You’ve not had a better meal, Breen never had better food than that, not even back home.
I’m on assignment now, with some other guy, don’t know his name though. See we can’t tell each other our names for security purposes, in case something happens you know. We’re about to intercept this parcel, see. They say it’s a bomb left there by terrorists, – there-is-I-don’t-know-where - I was blindfolded before I even got here to begin with. I see lots of corridors and crying people. I’m gonna have to stick them later I think. Gotta stick ‘em and get out. See when you’re on assignment when you see a civ it’s pretty much already in your mind that you administer the solution directly to the neck, use a jabbing motion rather than are gonna have to to ensure successful administration stick em.
I’m pretty damn good. Best ever, heh, that’s what Sanders says. Best sticker, best agent. I don’t tell no one else though, people get jealous.
Well anyway I can pretty much make out at this point that I’m in a subway, I can see two other ghosts up ahead you don’t want to know what they have to see they’re kind of like agents bomb squad too, except we’re the real ones, they just handle things prior to your arrival. We don’t usually run into them, it’s usually coordinated that they go in and remove the objective and then we come in and sweep everything up. I heard on of em’ call me a janitor as I walked by hope I never get transferred there him fuck ups .
Seems like they handled it all before we got there. I couldn’t see no box. That sucks, I thought. They always get to the action before we do.
We went back to the last place we was at and started sticking people. See how it works is we got this set line has been a contaminated that we have to say to 'em virus has become airborne before we start poking them causing hallucinations, among other. We’re dressed in these white jumpsuits so we look all comforting and safe and friendly-like, we wear surgical masks too but I think that’s part of the presentation. See, after we stick them they start feelin better. It’s a new serum, government thought it up to work away trauma when something shitty happens.
After that was done I took my pill.
I always felt if someone had some kinda secret creepy base somewhere it would be something like Area-51, miles out in the desert with no one
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