We walked into the garage, and it was pitch black, as if we're in a cave. 

“This is new,” 2 said. He claps his hands together twice, trying to activate the passcode. Nothing. He tried snapping. who would have snapping as a pass key? I think, rolling my eyes.

“HELLO?” 2 yelled. His voice reverberated off the walls, echoing back into my ears. “Agent 2, welcome,” an automated voice replied. The lights turned on one by one, making a soft electrical sound. The room was large and empty. “Wow, this is so cool,” I say slowly, the sarcasm heavily evident in my tone. Suddenly, a circular platform sinks into the floor, and a few moments later, a shiny black Jaguar XK140 comes up spinning with the driver seat open, revealing its maroon interior. My partner instantly went to it, drawn to the sleek car. I was a lot more excited than I let show, but the ghost of a smile creeps across my face. Little rectangles from the concrete wall of the garage popped out, and flipped around. There were about 20 of them, and they held a wide variety of weapons, swords, guns, staffs, crossbows, etc. I walk over, and grab two rugers, two knifes, silencers, and a shotgun that the agency somehow got to fold to look like a briefcase. Agent 2 honks the car, startling me a bit, signaling to hurry over and get in. I put my guns in the pockets throughout the inside jacket of my tuxedo and hurried over to the car. I clicked a button on the door, and opened. I crawl inside.  It was a nice, expensive car, everything was this handsome maroon color. The dashboard extended toward the center console, and it held various gauges- buttons and levers and switches. I look to the window and tape a piece of paper read “honk twice”. Agent 2 reached over, grabbed it, read it then crumpled it up and threw it out his window. The crumpled up paper comes flying back at us. “What the?” he said, confused. He peeked his head out and saw nothing. “How the he-,”

“No littering, Agent 2,” an automated voice says. The door popped open and his seat elevated. It turned to the left and flung him out. He sat for a second in a dazed confusion about what just happened. I was quite confused at how this technology was even possible for the 1950’s, but as Agent 2 said earlier, “you learn to question less”. The door snaps shut, and he snaps back to reality and gets back up off the floor. He then proceeded to brush his pants off, even though there was nothing on it. He walked to the door and tried opening the door. He yanked on it but it wouldn't budge. “Click the button,” I say. 

“What?” He responds, an eyebrow raised. 

“Click the button and open the door,”

 “Oh!” He exclaims, and proceeds to do as I said. When he got inside, he places his hand on the wheel and honked twice. Suddenly, on the far side of the garage, two doors slide open, revealing a waterfall. Natural sunlight pours into the space, helping illuminate the garage. My partner smirks, and opens the roof.

“What are you doing?” I ask nervously, having an inkling of what he’s about to do.

 “Having fun, kid,” he replies casually, and revvs the engine, driving foward. I let out a choked, startled scream, and Agent 2 laughs at me. I look over to the speedometer, and we are already at 120-125 mph. Right as we got to the waterfall, the water stops flowing and revealed a secret road that eventually led onto the main road. I don’t even realize I fall asleep, probably from fear of how fast the car was going. 

When I come to, I remember getting to the main road, then at a gas station. I looked around the car, and Agent 2 was gone. I open the door and get out. The gas station was located just outside of Chicago, Illinois, and you could see it in the distance from the gas station. It looked small from the gas station, but  I figured when you got close to it, you could see how big it really was. I walk over to the gas station, and look through the glass windows to see Agent 2 over by the cola machine. I push open the door, and a soft bell chimes. I make my way over to the cola machine. It had one bottle left, and he put some change in it; it opened it and he got the cola. “So the guy is in Chicago-?” I begin, but I’m interrupted.

Agent 2 shushed me, then proceeded to say “Kid, don't talk about it here. Anybody could be listening,”

The bell that hung over the door rang. 

“They're over there,” We both turn around to see two men wearing sunglasses and suits standing in the doorway holding guns at us. One was a big African American man. He had an earring on his left ear, a goatee and no hair. The other was a short, blonde white man who had scruffy hair looking almost like Elvis Presley’s. I looked at their suits and they had name tags that said their names. Mr. A being the African American man's name and Mr. J being the blonde man. 

“Mr. J,” Mr. A said in a deep voice.

  “Yes?” Mr. J responded. 

“Let's blow up these agents,”

 “You got it,” They started shooting at us, the guns screaming and bullets clattering to the ground, but then Agent 2 moved in front of me as a shield flipped out of his wrist watch. “Hand me a pistol, kid,”

 He ducked his head under the shield. I fumble for my suit coat and grab the pistol out of the holster. I handed it to him. He nodded, thanking me.  He stuck his gun above the shield and shot three times, the gun pounding in my ears. Then as fast as a blink of an eye, the shooting stopped, and we heard two loud thuds. Agent 2 clicked a button on the strap of his watch, retracting the shield into his watch. We watch as a masked figure walks out of the gas station and onto his motorcycle. He saluted us, then drove off. We looked around to see bullet holes covering the walls, but not the men. Agent 2 and I walked over and knelt down by the man who called himself Mr. J. I notice a badge half hanging out of his suit pocket. I pulled it out and it had a picture of him on it, as well as his name. “Nothing,” 2 said, anger making his voice shake, “These balling buffoons have nothing,”

 “Well, at least we have the store worker. We know he is with them”

 I got up to go confront the cashier. I turned the corner to see him with an oil canister and a lighter. He waved goodbye, then dropped a lighter. “GET OUT” I scream, my voice quivering with utter panic. The fire alarm blares in our ears and we both run out. I could hear the fire engine coming, their sirens wailing in the distance. I looked in the building to see the two men still unconscious. “We have to save them!” I yelled to my partner.

 “ There is no time, the fire engines are almost here!” He replied. 

“I can make it!” I insist “You drive away, I’ll catch up!”

 “Kid, no, you won’t,” he says.

“Trust me,” I say softly. He nodded. I run to the door and he ran to the car. I hear the engine start, and his voice warning me “If you get caught, you know I can't come back for you,”

 “I know,” He waved and drove off. I open the door. I could hear the sirens getting closer and closer. I tried grabbing Mr. A first, but I couldn't. I was running out of time, and there was only one thing I could do: I had to get caught.