Agent Jaff Narrative

The grey building looms over the street, the entrances emblazoned with the eagles of the Great Seal. Inside, airport-type security greets the visitors. A family of two parents and their eldest child are met with one minor complication: a questionable object in the child’s backpack. One of the security guards kindly points out the safety scissors on the x-ray screen, then confiscates the offending object.The family is then allowed to venture forward.

During the initial introduction many of the people recalled how beautiful the day started, the sky was blue, clear and perfect. However, as soon as people realized that an airplane had flown

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

Caputo goes to Quantico, in Virginia, to complete basic training. He and a number of other men go through many ordeals from four in the morning till nine at night. They spend hours marching in the sun. Drills were designed to eliminate the weak. These “unsats” were not fit to withstand combat. Philip Caputo is driven to succeed because he does not want to go home to his parents and tell them that he failed. By passing the first trial Caputo must return to Quantico two years later for the advanced course. This time they practice hand to hand combat and learn the codes marines live by.

I woke up the next morning in the General’s bed. Knowing that I had fortunately defeated Zaroff,

General Zaroff is an intelligent as well as insensitive hunter, who has no real ambition in life except to hunt. Yet, he has defeated all prey and now he doesn't know what to do next. He changes into a two-faced savage once he finds the “the ideal quarry ... It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason”, keeping him occupied for as long as he wishes. You would think he is a “cold-blooded murderer, considering his life's purpose was to pursue humans, yet some points go against that. In mid-conversation with Rainsford after his arrival, Zaroff stresses, “I always got my quarry. Always. There is no greater bore than perfection.” Zaroff's realization on this fact caused him to seek quarry that could keep him occupied.

I woke up to the sun’s rays beaming down on me from the unclosed window. I had no idea what time it was, but it seemed to be early morning as I could hear the birds chirping. I stood up and stared out the window, recalling everything from the night before. The last few days are etched clearly into my mind, minor details fresh as if they happened seconds ago. Had I really killed General Zaroff, the hunter who could not be outhunted? I looked around the room, fully taking it all in. General Zaroff’s body was nowhere in sight, nor was any sign of blood. Perhaps there was a maid General Zaroff had that he forgot to mention? There’s no way to ask him now.

“Get ready General Zaroff”. The general gave a satisfied smile. “We shall fight then, but first let’s have a drink. “said the general. Rainsford wasn’t surprised, so he agreed. Rainsford took his knife out his holster just in case the general decided to do something. Zaroff poured the champagne and sat down. “you are the first ever to defeat me at my own game” he said. Rainsford didn’t know whether to thank Zaroff or ignore him. “are you trying to stall general” asked Rainsford. “of course not, I just thought it would be nice to have a drink before one of us dies”, said the general. Rainsford looked at the general with a disgusted face. He got up took the knife out of his holster. General Zaroff turned to try to reach for his gun, but Rainsford

Amelia headed towards the window that had a view down towards the venue and alter. People were starting to filter in, trying to grab the best seat possible. She heard the light sound of the waves crashing near the beach and the sound of laughter lingered in the background. The lights streaming along the aisle created a mellow vibe, one they

“ I want you agent to rescue my daughter from this city and her friends if possible and bring them back here. I will have a helicopter on the roof for you in 3 hour to get you there and back, so get your bags pack and get ready by then.” said Chris

Fate brought them together through a joint-training program in the rich tapestry of the Mojave Desert. But, they are conflicted by their sworn duties to serve that run deeper and bigger than themselves.

Rafaela raised her hand up, insinuating that she did not want to hear it. "If you say that you are, then you will be. Go out there, and if you mess up—" Rafaela began, but was rudely interrupted by Jacquie.

The seat of the helicopter started to vibrate as it lifted off the pad in a smooth steady accent. Glancing out the window next to her seat the ocean came into view as the pilot maneuvered the beast towards the open sea, once it cleared the land the chopper swooped to the north heading towards their destination which would be home and work for the next fourteen days.

I open my eyes slowly. My heads spinning and I'm in pain everywhere. It doesn't take more than half a second to know for a fact that I'm not in my house anymore. Instead, I'm in a huge room, which after looking around, I figured out is a classroom. It's bright due to the fact that one of the windows nearby is wide open. The room is basically empty except for two wall sized chalkboards that were littered with words. One seemed full of names of rival gangs. Block B being one of them. The other one was full of other names. I spotted my own name among them. It had me concerned, but no more concerned then the guy named Jiho, whose name was crossed out, probably with a sharp nail or knife. Guess that guy must be public enemy number one to

Dani trots in the kitchen, dripping in sweat and lifts me off the ground, swinging me around. The sweat doesn’t even bother me. I squeeze him right back and breathe in the scent of fresh cut grass and his lavender fabric softener. I kiss him and ask for some help hauling the mound of food out back. You would not believe the amount of food eight marines can ingest in one sitting.