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𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞
I went inside a local restaurant not thinking about anything in particular one morning.
But, then suddenly I felt a negative presence?
What just happened?
I couldn't pinpoint or attribute it to any particular person who was present. But, it might have been the place, or even the dim atmosphere within the location itself!
What was going on?
I was a border patrol guard when I suddenly became keenly aware through a sense beyond my normal five senses that there was danger present! I tried to calm myself and look around casually. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe it was just a bad vibe from the noisy crowd or the greasy smell of the food.
But then I saw him.
He was sitting in a corner booth, wearing a dark hoodie, black pants and sunglasses. There was a backpack on the floor next to him. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, something that looked like a remote control.
Apparently, he was the source of the negative presence. He was the danger!
I suddenly realized he was planning to blow up the building. There appeared to be a bomb inside his backpack.
I had to do something. I had to stop him.
But how?
Well, it turned out that the villain was a Mexican cartel criminal who wanted to blow up the building because it was just a cover for their illegal activities. He had been involved in drug trafficking, money laundering, human trafficking and wanted to destroy the evidence.
I decided to act fast. I grabbed my Clock 47 pistol from my holster and made my way towards the booth. I tried to look casual, as if I was just going to order some food. I hoped no one would notice me.
But he did.
He saw me approaching and his eyes widened. He pressed the button on the remote control.
Nothing happened.
He pressed it again and again, but still nothing.
Looking confused and in a state of panic, there was nowhere to run.
I reached his booth and pointed my gun at him
and yelled.
"Freeze, scum bag!"
Drop it now, you're under arrest I shouted!
He dropped the remote control and raised his hands. "Please, don't shoot! I'm putting it down, he begged."
I kicked the backpack away from him and checked it. It was indeed a bomb, but it was faulty. The wires were loose and the timer was stuck.
I sighed in relief.
I had just prevented a disaster.
I called for backup and handcuffed him.
"Who are you? Why did you want to blow up this place?" I asked him.
He looked at me with hatred.
"I'm a member of the Los Zetas cartel. This place is a front for the DEA. They have been spying on us and trying to bust our operations. We wanted to send them a message. We wanted to make them pay!" he said.
I was shocked.
The DEA? Here?
I looked around the restaurant and noticed some people wearing earpieces and badges. Apparently, they were agents, undercover as customers and staff. They had been watching the cartel's movements and gathering evidence.
They had also been watching me.
One of them came over to me and shook my hand.
"Good job, agent. You just saved a lot of lives. And you just cracked a major case," he said.
He introduced himself as Agent Carter, the leader of the DEA team.
He told me they had been tracking the cartel for months, but they had no idea they had a mole inside their ranks. The mole was actually me!
I was stunned.
I had no idea I was working for the DEA. I had no memory of being an agent. I had no clue how I had join them or when.
I felt a sharp pain in my head and then hazy memories started flooding into my consciousness...
"What's going on? I don't recall joining the DEA. I stammered, who, who, am I?"
He smiled and patted my shoulder.
...........
𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞?
"You're one of us, special agent Ethan." You're part of a secret Darpa program called Project Atlantis.
You're a clone, he said...
"What did you say?" I asked in disbelief. Agent Carter repeated his statement, "You're one of us, Special Agent Ethan. You're a clone." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could I be a clone? What kind of organization was behind all of this? Agent Carter explained that Project Atlantis was a secret government experiment designed to create super soldiers using cloning technology.
My DNA had been extracted from a real-life agent, and I had been grown into a perfect replica of the original with enhanced...
But, then suddenly I felt a negative presence?
What just happened?
I couldn't pinpoint or attribute it to any particular person who was present. But, it might have been the place, or even the dim atmosphere within the location itself!
What was going on?
I was a border patrol guard when I suddenly became keenly aware through a sense beyond my normal five senses that there was danger present! I tried to calm myself and look around casually. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe it was just a bad vibe from the noisy crowd or the greasy smell of the food.
But then I saw him.
He was sitting in a corner booth, wearing a dark hoodie, black pants and sunglasses. There was a backpack on the floor next to him. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, something that looked like a remote control.
Apparently, he was the source of the negative presence. He was the danger!
I suddenly realized he was planning to blow up the building. There appeared to be a bomb inside his backpack.
I had to do something. I had to stop him.
But how?
Well, it turned out that the villain was a Mexican cartel criminal who wanted to blow up the building because it was just a cover for their illegal activities. He had been involved in drug trafficking, money laundering, human trafficking and wanted to destroy the evidence.
I decided to act fast. I grabbed my Clock 47 pistol from my holster and made my way towards the booth. I tried to look casual, as if I was just going to order some food. I hoped no one would notice me.
But he did.
He saw me approaching and his eyes widened. He pressed the button on the remote control.
Nothing happened.
He pressed it again and again, but still nothing.
Looking confused and in a state of panic, there was nowhere to run.
I reached his booth and pointed my gun at him
and yelled.
"Freeze, scum bag!"
Drop it now, you're under arrest I shouted!
He dropped the remote control and raised his hands. "Please, don't shoot! I'm putting it down, he begged."
I kicked the backpack away from him and checked it. It was indeed a bomb, but it was faulty. The wires were loose and the timer was stuck.
I sighed in relief.
I had just prevented a disaster.
I called for backup and handcuffed him.
"Who are you? Why did you want to blow up this place?" I asked him.
He looked at me with hatred.
"I'm a member of the Los Zetas cartel. This place is a front for the DEA. They have been spying on us and trying to bust our operations. We wanted to send them a message. We wanted to make them pay!" he said.
I was shocked.
The DEA? Here?
I looked around the restaurant and noticed some people wearing earpieces and badges. Apparently, they were agents, undercover as customers and staff. They had been watching the cartel's movements and gathering evidence.
They had also been watching me.
One of them came over to me and shook my hand.
"Good job, agent. You just saved a lot of lives. And you just cracked a major case," he said.
He introduced himself as Agent Carter, the leader of the DEA team.
He told me they had been tracking the cartel for months, but they had no idea they had a mole inside their ranks. The mole was actually me!
I was stunned.
I had no idea I was working for the DEA. I had no memory of being an agent. I had no clue how I had join them or when.
I felt a sharp pain in my head and then hazy memories started flooding into my consciousness...
"What's going on? I don't recall joining the DEA. I stammered, who, who, am I?"
He smiled and patted my shoulder.
...........
𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞?
"You're one of us, special agent Ethan." You're part of a secret Darpa program called Project Atlantis.
You're a clone, he said...
"What did you say?" I asked in disbelief. Agent Carter repeated his statement, "You're one of us, Special Agent Ethan. You're a clone." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could I be a clone? What kind of organization was behind all of this? Agent Carter explained that Project Atlantis was a secret government experiment designed to create super soldiers using cloning technology.
My DNA had been extracted from a real-life agent, and I had been grown into a perfect replica of the original with enhanced...
