Hm…let’s see, she thought. Tall but young, dark-haired, tan skin, well built. Not a good combat fighter but very smart. Sarika gritted her teeth. That description could match anyone, not just this Armaan kid she was looking for. She ripped her TrackPack out of her pocket and positioned it on the CaptureCard that was supposedly attached to the agent’s shoe. The light appeared and then bleeped out. Angrily, she smacked the side of the device, and the light reappeared. Why did FNTTMS technology always seem so primitive? Just as she took a step forward, the TrackPack was knocked out of her hand. She whipped her head up violently.
Her furious look was met with a cold-blooded glare.
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Imraan landed his plane right next to the HE’s. The old man still had a surprisingly great hand with these things. Imraan felt stupid and slow when he landed his plane carefully after the HE whipped his into place professionally and jumped out in a hurry. Imraan checked to make sure he had everything he needed before opening the doors and climbed out of his plane.
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Bryan smiled as he was met with five agents dressed in black. The FNTTMS had been on the tail of the GCA for quite some time, trying to see if their technology would be worth looking into. They hardly got past the first stages, and they were going slow. It seemed the FNTTMS spent all of their time trying to improve their “super soldiers” instead of actually looking for technology. It hardly made any sense to him.
But it didn’t matter now, because he was just about to kick some agent butt.
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Imraan’s eyes widened. The HE wasn’t just an overpowering geek that sat in a lab all day thinking about what technology he could use next and how much he hated the HIA (which was what everyone in the lower offices thought him to be). This man had serious skill. He was a trained fighter, and he knocked heads together so quickly Imraan could hardly keep his eyes on him. The HE did all kinds of flips and kicks in the air, and even seemed to be embellishing his movements as if it was a piece of cake and he was just playing with the agents. Imraan stood there frozen for a minute, then realized he had a mission to accomplish. He ran around the school and headed towards the back parking lot.
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It was different not fighting next to Katlynn. They had been such a team back then, working like no other couple could. They were the best agents, the best spies, any organization could ever have. The two of them had beaten the best when the time was right.
He had missed her dearly, and he knew he was going to miss her for the rest of his life. But he couldn’t let that keep him from his duties. He couldn’t let that take him away from what he truly was.
He was born to fight. He was born to lead. And that’s what he was going to do.
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As soon as Imraan turned into the school, he ran into the person he least wanted to see at that moment: Rebecca.
“What…Imraan! What are you doing here?!” she screamed.
“No time to talk!” he answered uncomfortably and used her surprise to his advantage, pushing past her before she could stop him.
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Sarika braced for the impact. She knew the girl with the dark hair was an HIA agent, and she knew by her posture that she was a born fighter. Sarika was never the athlete in the family. She was never the fighter. The brown-haired girl had her pinned against the floor now. Sarika’s Taser was just inches from her fingertips. She stretched out as far as her arm could go, trying to reach it. She wondered if she could make it in time.
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Katie was so happy to see Agent Ray. “Need a hand?” he asked.
“Couldn’t have picked a better time,” she answered. Sarah had stayed behind to protect them as they got the planes ready and had been caught up in the fight. Katie had never been much of a flyer, and honestly, she still didn’t trust Armaan as pilot. She knew he had experience, but she was glad now that she had someone she could trust as a pilot with her.
The planes were ready, but Sarah wasn’t there yet. Katie was pacing around the airplane when Sarah was seen running towards the plane. Sarah was shouting, "Get it ready! Get on with it! Turn the airplane on NOW!" Katie did as Sarah commanded. Tyler started to shoot at the agents, and, one by one, the massive group of enemy agents were going down. They weren't going down fast enough, though. Sarah was almost to the airplane.
"Come on! Hurry up!" Armaan screamed.
Sarah burst forward with one last effort.
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"OK, you guys got me. I give up!" Imraan shouted to the hall. Ten agents surrounded him, then handcuffed him and led him off. Rebecca stood off to the side, not sure what to do. There was no way that she could fight all of those agents on her own. Imraan must have been planning this. She had to let him go. She then heard a gun cock behind her and felt a gun pressed to her back.
"Don't turn around." A voice said sternly. Rebecca didn't know what to do.
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Tyler grabbed Sarah’s arms just as the plane shot straight up into the air (it was a special model from the GCA that Armaan had given them). But Sarah seemed extremely heavy, and she was wriggling around. Tyler strained to keep hold of her. “Stop moving!” he shouted, trying to find the strength to pull her up.
“I can’t!” Sarah yelled back, trying to make her voice carry to him through the whistling wind. “Can’t…do…anything!”
Katy crouched down beside Tyler. He could tell that she was extremely unhappy with him for leaving Armaan to pilot the plane. The two have them grabbed hold of Katy and in a combined effort hoisted her into the plane. She rolled to the middle, and Katy closed the doors.
Sarah lied gasping on the floor. “Not…doing that…again,” she said, breathing heavily.
Tyler shook his arms, and they flopped by his side. They felt like noodles. “You’re telling me,” he answered.
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