• The sun shined through the window of Raph’s dorm. The window was enormous: two human long and wide rectangular windows set side by side. The blind were closed and blocking the view to the inside. That didn’t stop the sunlight from coming in. His room was a 16’ by 18’ room. It was suppose to be clean and organized. The walls were a creamy tan and the ceiling was pure white. There was a fan in the middle of the room that came down to Raph’s height. Four small holes were in the ceiling, and each was occupied by a light bulb. His bed was by the enormous window with its back to the right wall. A book case was straight across form his bed and a computer desk was on the right next to it. The desk was a wood tan and was a good size desk. His printer sat at the top right corner and his computer at the top left. A television was set across from the window on a small television stand that reached the height of Raph’s bed. Beside his bed, against the wall, was a dresser with a mirror. It had three drawers and an alarm clock facing Raph’s bed. Beside his dresser was a door to his private bathroom with a walk in shower, a bath tub, toilet and two sinks. The walls in the bathroom were pure white. On the same wall with the television, in the left corner was his closet door. Behind the door was a huge walk in closet. Even though it was a closet, it had its own secret path to the snow cone court. On the other side of the television, in the right corner, was the entrance to his room.

    The sun shine hit Raph in the eyes. Raph suddenly woke up from a dream he couldn’t remember. He lifted his bed covers and stepped on the tan carpet. He wore black pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt.

    Agent Name: Raph
    Age: 16 Height: 6’ Weight: 167
    Specialty: Mind Manipulation
    Weapon: M82A1 Sniper Rifle
    Secondary Weapon: M9 Pistol

    He sluggishly dragged himself to the bathroom. The metal door guarding the bathroom slid open. The sunshine reached in through a small window above the bathtub. Right across from the tub were two sinks and a huge mirror. Raph turned on the hot water and then the cold. He supported himself with his forearms on the sink counter. Pain quickly shot to his radiuses. With a flick of a switch, he immediately lifted his arms off the counter. “I need to stop doing that,” he said to himself. He splashed water onto his face and looked up at the mirror.

    His figure was tall and proud. He was thin but muscular. They weren’t over done muscles but good proportionate size that gave him a muscular figure. He still kept his body thin and in good shape. He had a nice lightened tan but wasn’t pale. He has short but not too short, brown hair with natural red highlights. He usually styles the top by propping the hair up with hair cream and then letting it fall forward and until it makes a slant and hardens, but still giving the hair a soft look. His eyes were hazel and changed from green to brown, depending on the clothes he wore.

    Raph is a weird human. He is misunderstood and is jealous of Hunter, because Hunter would suddenly pop up and race ahead when Raph worked hard to get where he was. Sometimes when he is misunderstood or Hunter comes into play, his dark side starts to show. He is a caring one and sees the world differently from the others. He always looks on the bright side of things. Again, his way of seeing the bright things are different. He is an independent person and tries to be a leader to show he is not some other weird person. He is smart and thinks with logic. Younger generations look up to him and will accept his judgment. Even if they didn’t, Raph will defend the younger generation and take any blow, physically or verbally. A lot of the times he will break down inside, because he could not hold everything in. He feels that no one in his generation needs him and he is just a bump in his or her road. He is stubborn too. He has some feminine interest like shopping and acts immature a lot. He still can bring up someone’s day. He is a friend to hold on to, because he won’t let go of you.

    He walked back through the sliding door into his bedroom. He turned on the radio. The anchors’ chat was almost finished. Then Josh Turner’s song “Firecracker” came booming out of the radio. Today he dressed in a green Hollister shirt and dark blue faded low boot cut jeans. Then he put on a button white western shirt on top of the Hollister, but didn’t button it up. He looked around and his room was a mess. Clutter was everywhere. He looked to his bed. It wasn’t made. He mouthed a sigh and started to make his bed. After that he opened the blinds to the enormous window to let the sunshine in. He wasn’t in a house. He was in an office type building. His room was on the 2nd floor.

    On the fifth floor, a girl named Mirabelle walked around.
    Agent Name: Mirabelle
    Age: 16 Height: 5’ 6” Weight: 180
    Specialty: Frontal Assault
    Weapon: M16A4 MWS Automatic Rifle
    Secondary Weapon: M1911 .45 Caliber Pistol

    She paced back and forth. She was built, but not so built where she lost her hourglass figure. No one angers her unless they know her well. She is one you want to stay away from when she is red in the face. Mirabelle is the strong headed female of the friends. She stands besides Hunter and help him with problems that occur. She thinks with her head and heart, and looks out the best for her friends. She is organized and knows what she is doing. She is one of the most highly people there are when it comes to friends. She will push herself out of her agenda to help someone else. She loves to look good and have lots of laughs. She is up beat and loves to have fun.

    She is black and her eyes are brown. She has short flat styled hair that goes down to her shoulders. Her lips are a male magnet. Almost every male want a piece of her. Today she wore a slim tan pear of women’s slacks, a white t-shirt, a women’s blazer that matched the slacks, buttoned up. Her shining black high heels gave her two more inches.

    She was pacing around in a circular food court on the fifth floor. The floor was bright silver. In the middle was a step down platform with blue titles and tables. On the west and east side walls were completely covered with different designs of the food booths. The north and south were completely cut out. They were the walk in openings. She finally made her decision. She was going to eat at McDonald’s. Her stomach disagreed with her heart. She turned around and there was Raph. She walked over to him and gave him a hug. Then they greeted themselves and walked over to the Starbuckets station. Mirabelle ordered regular coffee and Raph ordered just cold milk.

    “Why don’t you ever buy coffee?” asked Mirabelle.

    “Because I think it destroys the morning person,” he replied. ‘You know that.”

    “Okay then why do you go there anyway? You can just get milk at your dorm,” she countered.

    “And leave you all alone drinking,” he said slyly.

    Mirabelle grinned widely and shook her head. They walked over a table near the center of the food court.

    Mirabelle looked at Raph. She looked around and then back at Raph. “I hope Hunter gets here,” she said. “We can’t do it without him.”

    “You mean reporting papers to the head of our division?” Raph asked with confusion.

    “Yes,” she said. “We need Hunter to turn it in.”

    “We can. As in you and I.”

    “What about Hunter?”

    “We don’t need Hunter to report this report.”

    “I know that you are jealous of Hunter.”

    “I know that and I can control my anger.” Raph took a sip from his milk.

    “Then you can wait for him.”

    “For what?” Raph asked pushing the matter. “We are returning cut down trees cut into smaller flatter strips. How hard is that?” Mirabelle didn’t answer.

    She knew it wasn’t hard. Raph calmed down and started to speak again, “Look, I am not letting Hunter get to me right now. I just don’t see why we need everyone from our group just to turn this in.”

    Mirabelle didn’t know either. She was just following Hunter’s order. It did seem silly. She sighed and looked up. “I am here for you. You know that. I was just following his order,” she explained.

    “I know. I just wanted an answer and a conversation other than, how is the weather?” Raph explained with a little sarcasm. Mirabelle again smiled widely and shook her head. Coming from the south walk in, Hunter came in proudly.

    Agent Name: Hunter
    Age: 17 Height: 5’ 8” Weight: 192
    Specially: Analyzing
    Weapon: M9 Pistol
    Secondary Weapon: M9 Pistol

    Hunter stepped down to the lower platform of the food court and walked over to Mirabelle and Raph. Hunter is a leader. He is the one who walks the extra mile. When he sees his objective, he will obtain it. He likes to look at the big picture and head for that. Sometimes it can be a weak point. He is smart and cunning. He can solve most problems in his mind without paper. He leads his section called, Beta Duck. He wants to impact the world. He is strong in his voice and knows how to communicate. Rarely, might he make a joke with a smile. Most of the time, he is serious. Last and not least, he is a good friend to hang out with.

    Hunter was built very well. He was more built than Raph. He was a babe magnet. Most of the time he would wear straight leg blue jeans with steel toe work boots, a different t-shirt, and a leather jacket that was his signature symbol. He had short black hair that just laid flat on his head, but his pear colored eyes attracted most of the attention. He always stood tall, unless he was having fun. Last but not least, his voice is the utmost powerful one of the groups.

    He stood there looking at the two. The two looked at each other and then looked back at Hunter. Then it hit them. They immediately stood up and into attention. Hunter nodded to them and turned around and exited to the north entrance. Raph and Mirabelle exited with him. They were heading towards the leader of their division’s room. There they met with the other higher ranks of their sector: the secretary, and advisor. Mirabelle was the co-leader. Hunter put his hand out in front of Raph. “O’come on!” Raph said. ‘It is not a leader convention.” Hunter looked at Raph. His eyes didn’t leave Raph’s. “It is more professional,” his reply was. Raph’s eyes widened and anger shot out of them. He didn’t react but didn’t do anything. He watched them enter the room.

    Hunter, Mirabelle and the other higher ranks walked into a darkened room. There was only one light on and that light was on in the left corner behind them. There were no windows anywhere in the room. The desk in front of them was hiding in the shadows. On that desk was a computer that was still on. There was no one in the chair behind the desk though. Suddenly a hologram showed up. The hologram was in a form of a human shaped blob. Suddenly, sound came out of the speakers on the computer. “My I help you,” said the computer. Hunter positioned his hands right under his hips. “Blob, how many times does anyone have to say this to you? You are not the leader of the division,” Hunter explained. Blob position its head – without a face - towards Hunter. “I am here to take his missed reports and tell him about it later,” it said. “Please what is your report?” Hunter slammed the papers on the desk. Blob looked at the papers. Then he looked up at Hunter. “You are telling me that you are hunting down a computer virus that is out there somewhere?” it asked and looked back at the report. “That might ruin our database?” Hunter gave an odd look. Hunter knew that is what they were doing. “Yes,” he replied. Suddenly Blob disappeared with a thank you.

    “Get back here Blob. You don’t stop talking this soon. You never do,” he said. He slammed his hands on the deck. He looked at the computer screen. The screen was glitching. Hunter looked at Mirabelle and the others. Something was going on. He looked outside. Everyone was fine. Raph was gone, but the others in the building were minding their own business. He turned and looked back at the computer. Hunter lifted up his fist and aimed it at the computer. Blob showed up immediately and the computer stopped glitching. “What you can’t take a joke?” Blob asked giggling. “Thank you for the report and” – it giggled a little – “the info about the virus.” It started to laugh out loud. Hunter got really mad. He turned around and stormed out of the room. Mirabelle and the other higher ranks left after Hunter.

    Hunter leaned against his arm on the wall. Mirabelle walked over and put her hand on his shoulder. “You will get it next time,” she said. “We picked you to be the leader for a reason.” She hugged him and turned to the others. She signaled them to leave. She turned back to Hunter and patted him on the back.

    There was a present of depression. The air was still. Barely anyone came. The ones that did looked at them as Hunter and Mirabelle stood there. The lights started to look dim and the outside wasn’t as bright anymore. It seemed like everything was turning dark. Everything turned upside down. Hunter stood up and breathed deeply. Suddenly Raph came up and slapped Hunter on the back.

    “So how did it go?” Raph said smartly like he knew what would be the response. “Did we get money for the sector?” Hunter looked at him evilly. His eyes suddenly had dark shadows around his eyes. Raph pulled back. “So we didn’t get it?” he asked. Mirabelle looked at him that shot right through his heart. He stepped back and left. Hunter stayed there and looked at the ground. He helped himself up and started to walk to the elevator with Mirabelle behind him.

    They finally got up to the tenth floor. Hunter and Mirabelle walked down the never ending hall of turns and straights and finally reached Hunter’s room. He unlocked the door and they both entered. The room was the same design as Raph’s room, but different furniture in a different order, the walls were a gray blue, and one side of the room was a window for a wall. Hunter slammed himself on the bed and flopped down. Mirabelle went to the bathroom to look at herself. She walked back into the main room and saw Hunter. He was falling asleep. Mirabelle shook her head. “Come on,” she said. “You can’t be that tired? You barely did anything.” She walked over to the bed and sat down. She looked at him and helped him up. Hunter refused though and flopped back down.

    “I know,” he said. “I just want to rest my mind.” Mirabelle looked at him. She threw her hands in the air in surrender and walked out. Hunter stayed on his bed. He thought about his situation. What will be the next step? How would he tell this to his sector? He had to stand up and say all their work was a failure. This troubled him. This couldn’t be happening.


    Outside of the building, on top of another building, a sniper wore all black: head covered by a hoodie, a shredded cloak billowing in the breeze around its body, black tight gloves, a black shirt covered by a black jacket all under the cloak, solid colored black pants, and black shoes. The sniper watched Hunter’s every move. Then a cloud covered the sun and everything fell into the shadows. When the sun came back form behind the cloud, the sniper was gone.