Friday, December 11, 2015
week fourteen: filthy north koreans
I have been given the most secret of missions in the history of secret missions. The manila folder actually didn't give me a mission at all, written inside was a time and a location. it said "weight room 3:15" which was perfect because that gave me enough time to say bye to my lady friend after school and then get to basketball practice in time, so whoever sent me the notice knew my schedule well. At three fifteen I arrived in the weight room. Waiting for me, was Mr. Fahs. He let me know how he was actually a secret CIA agent who underwent age transforming procedures to get in close with me. His real age, he didn't reveal, but by gazing into his soul through his eyeballs I guessed he was probably around 64 years old. Anyways, the reason he had me meet him there was so we could discuss the CIAs next big project and they couldn't succeed without my help. It was to take down the inside agent that North Korea had installed in our school to try to sabotage America. Honestly, it made no sense to me why they would send them here, but whatever. The assigned target to take out was the Ms. Hudson. After he told me that, everything started to click and I understood why she was such a grammar nazi, gore lover, and a persistent stickler. The plan was simple, all I had to do was follow it exactly and there wouldn't be any more problems. The trick was, during her training the North Koreans used a key word to make her break character at any given time. The word was accrementition. I managed to catch her in her room alone. I muttered the code word and she started blabbering away in Korean. The only word I understood was Kim Jong-Un. I called down to Mr. Fahs while keeping my eye on the intruder, and less than 27 seconds later a black unmarked helicopter came level with the window and two men in dark clothing captured "Ms. Hudson" ,if that's even her real name, and tossed her somewhat gently in the copter. The end. Then hustled down to the locker room to get ready for basketball. The time was 3:22.
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