Kill Judge

[Secret Agent 0]

Las Vegas, Nevada

 

Lost in between a sea of Casino’s, Brothels, and anything else they stick out there, sits a building known as “The Plaza”. Deep inside the fortress of what would look like an ordinary office complex to the public, is some of the Countries deepest secrets.

 

Some of them exposed.

 

*******

 

“Johnny, are you even listening?”

 

Sydney Kassle stood before Johnny Dangerous who was seemingly lost in his own train of thought. Normally she would have expected the Secret Agent to try his latest swooning games on her to no avail, but that was not the case of this day. Today he was strangely quiet, eased back into the office sofa and staring blankly towards the wall.

 

“I hear you.” he replied, looking up towards Sydney with a slight scowl. “You’ll just have to excuse me if I’m just a little bit pissed off about the way things have gone down in this last mission.”

 

“You know, Mr. Dangerous, I have told you once already that charges have been pressed against Harold Hannah. Apparently he had been communicating with someone in the Macalister Women’s correctional facility, he was trying to get her paroled, but in the process pulled off some highly illegal stuff here. He bought a ticket to Spain the moment he found out this William Hearford never set up any kind of parole hearing, and luckily our agents were able to nab him the second his plane landed.”

 

“You should have sent me to get him!” snaps Johnny, but Sydney is unmoved.

 

“That is exactly the reason I didn’t send you. You have taken this entire mission far too personal to have any involvement with those that surround it, that’s why it was ended.”

 

“... and what’s to become of Judge Hearford?”

 

“Hearford is clean. Since he never set any thing up, we have nothing on him. Sorry, but there is nothing that can be done about that situation.”

 

Judge Mental.

 

William Hearford the fucking third.

 

I never would have thought in a million years that old dried up bastard would pull some shit like this. Wildchild and I were so damn close to taking those titles off Justice and Rule, and just when it looked like we were going to get our chance... duty calls.

 

The only true partner and friend I have ever had in this federation was left hanging because of it. Then he was forced to live with being falsely accused of some serious offenses. I was forced to turn my back and the main reason that kept me coming here. The fans. Sure, I HAD to be here, but it was them that made a year seem like a day.

 

All of it, because Judge didn’t want to loose. Not to Wild and Dangerous, or me in particular. I’m not sure how much Ejiro Fasaki or even Tom Flesher plays into this. I am certain that Ejiro sat their snickering through his front buck teeth when Judge detailed this plan to him.

“... and they put Wildchild through a God Damned flaming table!”

 

“What?” said Sydney, cut off in mid-sentence by the out burst. “Once again, Mr. Dangerous, are you even listening to what I’m saying here? I am telling you the very important specifics of your new mission.”

 

“I don’t recall accepting any new mission.”

 

“Come on, Johnny.” she sighed heavily. Technically an agent could refuse a mission, but that was about as common as a white guy in Harlem. “Your Mission, Mr. Dangerous, should you choose...”

 

 

 

 

“HELL NO, B*TCH!” shouted Johnny as he jumped from his seat. “The hell I accept anything from you!”

 

She is stunned by the outburst, and Johnny gives no time for a reply by her. “You set me up too! You knew their was never any mission. It was all just to keep all of the agents looking active and busy during our downtime! How the hell could you even believe that their was suddenly an actual man that needed to be brought to justice by me! You all are suppose to investigate this stuff, not me! Before it ever comes into my hands, you KNOW it is to have been investigated fully! Just wait until I tell the Director about this!”

 

“You listen here, Johnny.” she fired back. “I... I... Okay fine. I let that one slip by. I’ll make it up to you. Please, don‘t tell. I would loose my job.”

 

“How could you ever possibly come close to making this up to me?”

 

“Oh,” she replied as she stepped closer towards Johnny. She unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. “I think their is something you have wanted for a very long time now. Just think nobody in this building can touch me... never has.... never will... but I’ll give you all of me.”

 

“No thanks, Sydney.” Johnny replied backing a step away from here. “I’ll tell you what you are going to do. I am going back.”

 

“No, you can’t go back there, Johnny.”

 

“The hell I can’t! You say I’m on a leave of absence or whatever you have to do. I want full access to my car, and any and all materials that might be needed. You get this done now! He can’t wait any longer for me to come help him!”

 

He turns and walks towards the door, but before he exits, he spins around and utters one last comment. “Your playing my game now, Sydney. Don‘t you dare fail to follow through.”

 

With that, the Barracuda storms out of his bosses office and right through the complex. “Penny!” he shouts towards his Information assistant, Penny Colida. “I need to know where the next SWF Show is going to be held. Get me a plane ticket there.”

 

“What’s happening, Johnny?” she ask, somewhat surprised by his request. “I thought the SWF was enough already.”

 

“Their is a new mission to be done,” he calls back, “this one... is personal.”

 

 

*Roll End Credits As We Fade To A Scene Of 10 Oil Covered Women Dancing Around.*

[janusd 0]

Johnny says FUCK THE AGENCY and goes back to try and make it up to Dub-Cee!

 

I like it. Then again, at 1:25am, I'd like almost anything.

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