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As I slowly came to I heard two voices drifting in the background a man and a woman, they were going on about a character named Slade. Just thinking about the name gave me chills down my spine. The last time I heard that name, Slade was at the bottom of a ravine somewhere in South America. When I regained full consciousness I tried opening my eyes. As I took a peek I shut them again. The light too intense. I tried again, this time my eyes had adjusted to my surroundings. I was seated in a dark blue chair in a huge white room. In front of me was a long white table. At the end of it sat a slim woman with dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. She was wearing a modern red dress and black high heels. Behind her stood a big man with black hair gelled to the back of his head. He was wearing an ear piece and a black tuxedo. Clearly not the guy you wanna meet in a dark parking lot. These are obviously the two I heard talking before I came to. At first there was an awkward silence, then the woman spoke, she spoke with a mysterious Swiss accent.
“Good day Mr Shaw” she said. Before I got to answer she spoke again.
“We are sorry for the inconvenience. As we knew that you would not accept this case at first.”
“If this has got anything to do with Slade, count me out. Besides Slade, is dead.” I said.
“I see we got off on the wrong foot. Let me introduce myself, my name is Helah Bauer, agent E for short. My friend here is agent X his real name is classified. We work for the European secret intelligence alliance or E.S.I.A if you will.”
“Well it nice to meet you Helah and you to mr classified.” As he gave me frightening look.
“I am glad to see your in a good spirit, cause here comes the not so nice part.” At that moment she slid over an envelope. On the envelope stood Slade in big bold letters. I opened it with a bit of a tremble. Inside the envelope were cases that were unsolved, all of which had to do with Slade I presume. To just brake it down for you, Slade is a man that wears a devilish mask and leaves no clues at his crime scenes except for an arrow made out of the victims blood. I was assigned and killed him two years ago, at least I thought so.
“Why am I reading this exactly? What am I even doing here?
“Well…” she began, ” unfortunately there have been sightings of him, meaning he made it out of South America alive. We are confused as well as to how this is possible. E.S.I.A sent us to make sure he doesn’t survive again. We were thinking as one of the best detectives of our era” the moment she said that I blushed a little ” and the person who stopped him the first time, you could help us exterminate him for good.
“And what would be in it for me”
“£17,000 and more”
I thought about it for a minute.
“If I were to accept would I be able to tell any one?”
“Yes if you don’t value the person you tell’s life.” Still not sure which option to take. What if I were to die along the way? Would it be worth it? Is this dangerous adventure worth the amount of money? Then I asked “Do I really have an option?” Finally agent X spoke, he spoke with a clear Danish accent.
“Well then that settles it” I said
“You will be meeting us in Wales on the 6 of October at four sharp, this binder contain everything you need from first class tickets to information.” She then handed the plain black folder over to me. Before I knew it I felt the same pain as before and just like that I was knocked out. Falling down I saw nothing before me.
I am argumentatieve at times I would even argue that the color blue is not blue When I’m grumpy my body grimes My mom tells me to be a lawyer too
I’m very sporty especially with cricket When I bowl the ball your defiantly out As it swing past you it hits the wicket It hits the wicket without a doubt
I am kind and friendly I am funny like bugs bunny I will help willingly But I can be such a dummy
In the end you can be my friend You can borrow or lend I do not pretend but defend Till the dead end