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October 5, 2005

Volume 7, Issue 5

You're a secret agent in a foreign land, and the enemy is hot on your trail. You have no money, your only contact is dead, and you don't speak the language. Where do you go from here?

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Damn, I gotta get outta here. I can't believe the stupid bastards at the Agency thought they could drop me in a strange land, with no money, without even being able to speak the language, for God's sake, and accomplish the mission. It's hot and muggy, clothes-stick-to-your-body steamy, the locals are hot on my tail, and my contact never showed up - they probably caught the poor bastard and strung him up. I can't believe the locals hate us so much. If I ever get outta here, I think I'll find another job. This disaster work for FEMA is too dangerous.

Posted by: hnumpah at October 5, 2005 8:35 AM · Permalink

“What is it, Max?”

“The situation here is desperate, Chief. First off, I think Agent 44 is dead.”

“Agent 44 is on vacation in the Bahamas.”

“No wonder that mailbox wouldn’t return the co-sign.”

“What’s the problem, Max?”

“Siegfried from KAOS is close by and I’m out of cash.”

“Where’d your money go, Max?”

“Would you believe I used it to infiltrate the KAOS headquarters?”

“Uh, not really, Max.”

“Then would you believe I blew it on a translation dictionary?”

“Okay, Max, here’s what you need to do…”

“Just a moment, Chief. I have a call on the other shoe.”

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 5, 2005 11:29 AM · Permalink

The cut line only meant that Freddy's dead. He remembered a song about a dead drug dealer. Crack cocaine or Chinese military secrets; each to his own euphoria, whether drugs or adrenaline. No options except the last line to his killer ascending in the elevator before him. Failing to understand the 'door automatically locks' sign put Joe in a room full of locked doors except for the soon to open doom before him. No gun and no bribe money, only the classified brief in his hands. What to do? Eat the documents and burp in the face of his assailant.

Posted by: Eric at October 5, 2005 4:38 PM · Permalink

I am ALONE!
Small arms fire and gobbledygook surround me.
I'm out of bread!
BOING BING is DEAD!
The 'AGENCY' does'nt realise I exsist, (unless my missions succeed).
I'm out of TIME !
I got the solution in my piece..
My life, today. cost the AGENCY 38 cents!

Posted by: Chris at October 5, 2005 11:22 PM · Permalink

It rhymed! Good for you!

Posted by: Eric at October 5, 2005 11:25 PM · Permalink

thanks! why did my comment post under ERIC?

Posted by: Chris at October 5, 2005 11:40 PM · Permalink

oops ! new to this! looking upside down, instead of down side up!

Posted by: Chris at October 5, 2005 11:55 PM · Permalink

>>It rhymed! Good for you!

Yes, but at 48 words in length, that's about all it had going for it...

Posted by: Stacy at October 6, 2005 3:35 AM · Permalink

you're worried about length? not content?
38 cents was the cost of a bullet way back when..call me Les Nessman.. or call me ISHMAEL..

Posted by: Chris at October 6, 2005 11:47 PM · Permalink

Since 100 words is actually the stated intention of the site, uh yeah.

Posted by: Stacy at October 7, 2005 3:46 AM · Permalink

As I am new to looking at this site and see the need for making a post one hundred words ... When someone makes an effort to try their best it should be commended not condemned.

Posted by: Steven at October 7, 2005 9:16 PM · Permalink

"Condemned"? No, honey, that wasn't condemnation, that was simply pointing out that the post did not meet the guidelines. If you want condemnation, by all means, keep whinging.

Posted by: Stacy at October 8, 2005 5:48 AM · Permalink