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False Alarm- Volume II

I met up my partner, Pete, at the restaurant bar on the agreed time at half-past eight, just when people start to drink and the guests are having their last few courses —— we want the target to have their dessert before they die. Being said that, I’m not a fan of pulling the trigger; my job usually is to control and evaluate the situation and Pete can fire the bullet from his rifle. I’m having mixed feelings as I looked around the restaurant for my date for what Pete said to me earlier. It is against our code as agents on missions to consider personal preferences when picking a lady as a date, but it is my last mission… Petit French women chatting her girlfriend at the bar interrupted my thought. She has a clean bob cut while wearing long silver feather earrings and is wearing a rosy day dress with silver fringes. Let the rules go to hell; I thought to myself, she’s definitely French and got a low profile. It doesn’t harm her to be just my type. Before she knows it, we already got a dinner table with candlelight and Champaign, which I will replace it with sparkly water in a minute. As I took the coat of Silvia, my date, I looked towards Pete and his date, which already started drinking.  Meanwhile, I counted all 16 women in the restaurant and 3 of them are older than 48. One of the women caught my eye for wearing too much fake tan and speaking bad French to an older gentleman at her table. The moment Silvia started to talk, I couldn’t stop paying all my attention to her. The stories of her skiing down the Alps every year with her family during Christmas fascinated me from the very beginning. When I asked her what she likes for breakfast, she quickly showed me a photo of her homemade French toast on her small balcony that has a nice view of the Eiffel Tower. It made me lost attention to the women I was suspicious about, but I trusted Pete for his execution style and I am only here for the latter part of the play——just have to wait for the fire alarm. My earpiece started to buzz unpredictably so I gave Pete a secret hand sign and took it out to better understand the fascinating stories of my future finance. Gosh, I love her French accent, I thought to myself, maybe I can buy her that little apartment she’s renting——or better, a huge condo in the 7th. Pete is completely correct; I just met the perfect women in the perfect city. As I leaned in to hold her hand to complement her long skinny fingers and beautiful tiny head, the fire alarm went off. My first reaction was to protect Silvia so I leaned in. Threw myself over the dining table to pick her up and started rushing to the back exit. I set my eyes on Pete holding his rifle in his suit. I wasn’t sure which one was the target so I made my way to Pete while holding Silvia. The moment Silvia saw Pete; she immediately turned and raced to the door. “It’s alright Silvia, he is my fr——” “——Bang!” The blood splattered on the milky white leather seats and soaked into the red velvet edges instantly. The silver feather dangling on her earlobes fell on the floor and so is my heart. “She…” “Yeah, she’s from Texas.”

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False Alarm- Volume I

I had a two-weeks’ notice for my last mission as an undercover agent in the city of romance: Paris. Without much detail on the description of the target and usually no reason of kill given to us, I packed my cases for the last time and got on my flight from Kennedy Airport. All the letter says is that the hit takes place in a five star Michelin restaurant called Les Trublions and there will be no seats reserved for my character for he is a loner and usually picks up a date at the restaurant bar. Easy entrance, no trace what so ever. The 9 years of being a successful undercover agent taught me many things, including not letting emotions get in the way of the mission. Yet being my last mission, there is the element of excitement, especially it means that finally, I can find a woman who loves skiing and French toast as much as I do and settle down. The weather of a Paris night in September is still quite mellow, just on the verge of getting chilly. I had my earpiece in place when the voice of my partner came through with a sharp noise. “Agent Vincent” “Hey Pete, tell me about tonight.” “Our target is a white woman from Texas at Les Trublions, no specification on the age or appearance yet, but apparently she is an old undercover agent that needs to be taken out. Very good at disguise, so she could even be an old lady for all we know.” “Damn… remember the last time you had to take out the old lady in Prague? That was terrible…” “Indeed it was…we have to pick up two low-profiled, preferably French, girls as our date tonight, there will be enough choices at the bar. As always, I will trigger the fire alarm and pull the trigger and you take care of the body disposal and the crowd, we will be done by 22:00. Meet you at the parking lot with a white catering van for the body.” “Got it. Since the directions are only given to you, inform me before the shot if possible.” “Will do. Vince, good luck tonight on your last mission and let’s celebrate later. Who knows, maybe you will meet a girl you actually like and date her like a normal couple. I envy you, brother. ” Ha! I might actually! I thought to myself as I made my way into the restaurant. “I’ll see you inside. Over and out.”

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Friday on Building C

I’m sitting inside court waiting for the juries to make up their mind, I could go to jail for 5 years and it is all because of a boy named Andy. The last time I saw Andy, he was down the corridor at school and gave me a look that can haunt me forever. He usually would wear an old grayish-green pullover and dirty khaki pants sitting in the last row of the classroom, whispering to the air as if someone’s there, just like always. After he’s done whispering, he would lean forward to the empty seat next to him and keep silent and still for a while, then sits back to his normal position to keep talking. Nobody ever bothered to listen to what he was whispering about, nor they ever cared. Indeed he was the type of boy that would have an imaginary friend since nobody in school ever talks or even pay the slightest attention to him. I didn’t know he existed until one day when I had to go to the last row of the class and I caught him in his “conversation”, and I heard the words “this Friday on building C” coming out of his mouth. He immediately stopped when he saw me and stared at me as I was quickly leaving. I thought to myself: “huh, this kid has some secrets and I probably don’t want to know about it”. The weird thing was that I felt the temperature of his glare from the back, which gave me chills and goosebumps. As a member of the student council, I was worried about every member of the school. When I reported my concerns about Andy, the councilor Ms. V went straight to him and the worst mistake that I could never make in my entire life was being there when he was being brought into the council room with comfortable maroon velvet sofas. He looked at me from a few meters down the corridor and nearly killed me with his stare, that was the last time I saw him. The morning that Friday, the police are here and my name was everywhere. I had no idea why people kept giving me looks in the halls and in class until Ms. V came to me and took me to the council room with comfortable maroon velvet sofas and told me that Andy had jumped from building C. My brain went blank while she was still talking… “….didn’t survive…” “…a note…” “evidence…online cult…you started…” A million thoughts were going through my head and I have never thought that Andy would have planted his own suicide on me to make him the victim. I was in shock went the police showed me his note and the evidence online that Andy obviously created for framing. I floated through the crowd in school, to the police station then through interrogation rooms and from lawyers to lawyers. The nightmare seems to go on and right now, as I’m sitting in the courtroom, the only things I heard except my parents crying was the voice in my head: “…this Friday on building C…”