"Mission Aborted Sir"

Agent Morph, Draped in the Official Black suit with a gray, tweed overcoat, impeccable form head-to-toe. Long, neatly trimmed side-burns. Black glasses shielding the fiery look in his eyes, storms into the dark, hazy Secret service office with a copy of The Herald. Walks up to the other agents gathered around a neatly laid-out blue print of a secretive plan and slams the paper on the desk. “Now,” says Morph surveying the surprised look of the agents “We’ll never get to executing this.” As he points to the blueprint. The news-paper reads “City Under Conspiracy?”. Waiting for the other agents to speak but resumes when no one speaks. “How do you reckon the press got the whiff of this?” he says talking to no one in particular. “I had advised the Director already about keeping a strong hold on the nosy press.” In a tone that suggested disgust and anger of not having being taken seriously.

The agents were assigned to the secret mission of spreading a newly developed Solstice virus strain, which freezes the coherent ability in subjects and monitor the subjects under close surveillance. So far, they’d implanted the virus in twenty-three subjects and all showed responded positively to the virus in their various different environments. One of the subjects being a state official who was forced to resign because “he started showing Infantile tendencies at work and didn’t have a clue about what he was doing” The reports said. Their next step was to be that of re-programming the subjects into brutal and efficient super agents for the fight against the enemy countries. The subjects were particularly suited, as they would easily pass off as normal people who didn’t have a clue about the extent of damage they were going to unleash. The subjects themselves didn’t have a clue as a matter of fact.

It all seemed fine and perfectly executed by Agent Morph who was a trusted aide to the Director himself, though of late he’d been vying for the Director’s attention since the failure of the last mission of sending Ants with biologically modified DNA. structure to colonize the Moon. The Ants were masters in colonizing and modified to exist under extreme temperature ranges, equipped with a very high IQ to build nuclear weapons on the Moon. The mission failed because they forgot to bring into picture the uncanny ability of ants to get into the smallest of places and they eventually ended up destroying themselves and their spaceship by getting into the engine area and disrupting the power unit. The Ants were believed to be alive and floating somewhere in the M2 galaxy.

The Herald went on to publish wisps of the mission, which they claimed was sent by an unnamed person in a telepathic message to their resident Telepathist. Telepathy was an important energy, which was harnessed in recent times by Dr. Sunshine Leary. And the agents had included the telepathic strain into the DNA structure of the Solstice virus to keep their agents well in-tune with the present scenario. As they engaged in a brain-storming session considering the important points of the mission and where the information may have slipped. Agent Zarko who was quiet all this time, spoke for the first time. Deep cut eyes, which were amplified by the power in his glasses and strong, pointed features. He spoke with the conviction of an army general who was getting ready to go to war. “I believe, Mr. Morph that the leak in information is owing to Subject number 19.” The subjects in question were in a slow process of having their identities completely erased and were referred to by the generic tag-names till they would be “ready”. Agent Morph almost laughed off the thought at first but mid-way retracted with self-damning glare.

Rushing to the monitor of Subject 19 and realized that he had shown the most amount of mental exertion under the virus in his surrounding which was one of a lifeless one-bedroom apartment in the farthest corner of the dark and dirty claus alley. His reports showed that he showed many instances of heightened sentences and now, this. It was explained by Agent Xan-fax that there was some technical error, which affected the victim yet hadn’t fully erased the conscience of what was happening to him.

A dejected Agent Morph sat down on his chair not believing his luck. He forcibly undertook the mission from the Director, under strict guidelines that if any reports surfaced about such a mission it would be aborted. He knew, that this was probably his last chance to prove himself and he failed yet again. He immediately ordered the execution and/or dispersal of the subjects as had been pre-planned before the mission in case of mishap.

As he left the building of the Secret service met by the heavy rain outside. He walked on into the rain, while the voices in his head repeated the same words he said to the Director before leaving the building in an almost slow, nightmarish tone “Mission aborted sir.” as he merged and finally disappeared into the misty, dark-purple rain.

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