Free Narrative Essays: Agent Higgins's In The Field

“Oh, darn it! Did I put my cap on the wrong way again?” The man felt at his cap again, and righted it to the correct position. “There. I’m a detective. I need a sidekick—you. We good?”

“You imbeciles! Why would you ever try to rob a house like that! More money, means more security. And I don’t need to lose any more or you to your own stupidity. You understand that because of that incident I’m coming with you to this raid

“We need you to take us to your house right away, and show us your copy of the gun.”

The gray, bland walls still hold my drawings from years ago. Blood scattered around the room adds some color the dull, grey walls and floor. The only source of light comes from a small, prison-like window. There’s no bed or anything. Just emptiness. In the far corner, a chain with blood dripping off it hangs.

“On my count,” he whispers, “1,2,3!” I watch him walk over to one of the two guards to ask for something. He takes his pickaxe and swings at the guard’s face while he screams in the worst Scarface impersonation ever, “Say hello to my little friend!”

The door fell to the cemented floor with a loud bang. I stepped over the door to see stairs to my left that went up, and stairs that curled behind them going down. I went up the stairs. I reached the top. There was nothing there. Literally it was just a wooden wall. There has got to be something I though. I pounded on the door several times. The wood was cracking as I pounded into it. “Six where are you we are meeting heavy resistance,” George basically yelled into the radio. “I have no idea,” I said continuing to pound on the wood. That's when I heard George’s gatling gun sounding from behind me. Where am I, I thought. Instead of breaking like I thought it would; it fell down. Books scattered from it as the nail were ripped from the wall.

“This is fantastic,” Freddie, says ducking behind a barrel to avoid detection as a spotlight slowly passes by the alley entrance. Peeking from his hiding place, he notices the many shattered windows, missing bricks, and crumbling walls. With a long glance at the debris, the sound of gunshots startled him.

‘STAY DOWN’! The police chief says. I quickly ran into the FBI truck and disguise myself as an FBI employee.

Tess did a quick visual scan of the room. Nothing obvious was missing--the computer, the scanner, the printer were all still here. The flying rabbit picture was in its place over the wall safe. Perhaps addicts had broken in, looking for metal to sell to one of the scrap yards. A few of the metal dealers weren't too particular about the origins of the copper downspouts, iron grilles, and old water heaters that came rolling up in shopping carts, day after day. But the old stove was still in place, as were the

With a chuckle, the first snorts, “You’re full of it, man. Either you are trying to play me, or the dark is starting to get to you and you’re seeing shit.” One of them moves, shuffling as he walks. A desk scrapes across the concrete floor screeching as it travels. It stops. Something hard and metallic slaps its wooden top, followed by a thud. “Keep this shit up, I’ll ask for a new detail. Leave yo’ ass stuck with one of them fucktards ain’t nobody want.”

The man clicked his tongue and sauntered to a room in the back. Feeling awkward, Basil walked around the open warehouse. He eyed the stacks of crates warily, curious about the contents. A dimly lit hallway extended before him, but snooping around any further could arouse suspicion. Basil turned around to return to his original spot, but not before a languid voice poured out from one of the rooms down the hallway. “— under the bridge, grab the country princess and kill her. The gunpowder we ordered is gonna be your distraction. Boom.”

“It went that way!” I hear them yell as i run down the cold metal hallway. The air suddenly becomes thick and humid as I escape through what seems to be an emergency exit door. I keep running, fearing the inevitable fate that will come to me. I look back at the government run nightmare and pray that my family base gets my distress call.

I started to sweat, I filled up with anger. She told! No one knew about this. I could do unusual things . . . no one else could do. As Maddy tried to leave, I made up an excuse to take her back. I pushed her into the closet - locked it - and I hoped that she would just forget about everything, and just go away. I heard her screaming, “Arthur! Let me out!” I didn't. Then she did something. I didn't see it though . . . I was turning around . . . walking away. The door knocked down - fell on me - leaving me speechless.

“Hey Detective. I found the culprit. It was the soldier guarding it. Tomorrow is the trial. Verdict is probably treason. Penalty for treason is execution. Haha. Bye”

I decide to look and see what's on the table in the middle of the room. They are plans to fly to this moon that the telescope was pointed at, but they weren't related to NASA or any other space program. So I will take them to NASA, but first I need to get out of this building, they are catching on to me they know what i've done and what i’ve seen. They are starting to come in all directions, but I can’t let them catch me, there is one door that says do not enter, but why not I am going to get killed if I don’t.