Agent B's point of view

"Are you sure you want to do this Agent B?" Someone asked me and I looked at him, holding on to the side of the helicopter. "This is dangerous. Our company cannot get you out of this since it's not registered in our missions. By law, this is murdering." Agent J said and I chuckled.

"I murder people for a living, only difference is that I'm not getting paid for this." I said as the helicopter landed. "If I don't make it out of this, check up on the band yeah? One of them a little too attached to me." I told him and he nodded as I stepped out of the helicopter.

"As you wish B, good luck." He said and saluted me. I saluted him back he he spoke one last time. "We'll be in the mountains, call us if you need us for a quick escape."

"Done." I told him and the helicopter was lifting up. I watched it take off and then I pulled my bandana over my mouth, cursing as I realized I had left my shotgun on the chopper.

My baby.

I sighed and then looked around for nearby buildings. I saw one, extremely close by, and then I got a running start before jumping to it. I chuckled and looked around, spotting an apartment building.

I jumped to the fire escape ladder, clinging to a metal bar. I looked down and then slowly, very spowly, climbed down the railing until I was as close to the ground as I could get.

I dropped down and then exited the alleyway, hiding the weapons I had on me. I walked around after pulled the bandana off, looking for someone who seemed smart enough to know sheet the building was, but dumb enough to not acknowledge why I needed to be there.

I came across a teenage girl, and I tapped her on the shoulder. I asked her where the building was, the pointed westward and told me it was just a few blocks down before she rolled her eyes and left.

Bitch.

I huffed and then made my way in the direction she told me to go. I wasn't going to just waltz in, that's stupid of me.

I was going to wait until it was closing time, midnight. That's when I'll make my big entrance, guns blazing.

I found the building, seeing it surrounded by cars. I looked around, finding yet another apartment building not to far away from me.

I jumped up on to a garbage can, climbing up the fire escape. The fire escape was hidden away from the public, so no one could tell I was climbing it.

I pulled myself to the top of the building, hiding behind an airvent to keep away from public. Since it was around six or seven, I didn't have to wait too long.

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I smirked as I saw the lights shut out in the building, all but the first few in the back of the building. I climbed down where I was perched on, careful to not wake up the residents in this building.

A silencer was placed on my gun, a bandana tied around the bottom half of my face, black leather gloves on my hands to hide the fingerprints.

I wasn't leaving until he was dead.

I looked around, smirking at the street camera that I had hacked into. The film wasn't rolling, it had a stationary picture of the area on the moniter.

I opened the front door quietly, reaching up to silence the bell on top. I closed the door and then walked around the building, looking for the doctor.

"Yes, send him over. I'll be happy to do the surgery for you." I heard him speak, a shiver running down my spine.

It's been a few years since I've heard him speak. Last thing I heard him say was, 'it's only going to put you to sleep my dear'.

I walked up to him quietly, his back turned to me as he spoke on the phone. I covered his mouth with my hand after he hung up the phone and the shoved the gun against his temple.

"I'm going to keep this blunt," I spoke, my voice raspy from not talking all day. "How do I shut the chip off." I spoke and he chuckled.

"I don't know who you are." He said and I turned him around, shoving him against the wall. I glared at him and he rose his grey eyebrow. "Well?"

"How many surgeries have you done that involve a computer chip and a woman?" I seethed and he yanked the bandana down. "Think I wouldn't catch you?" I said and he nodded.

"Why do you want to shut it off?" He asked and I handcuffed his hands together to he wouldn't push any red buttons for the police.

"You know damn well." I said and he just blinked. "How do I turn the piece of shit off?"

"You can't turn it off." He said and I pulled back the hammer on my gun, the bullet chamber spinning. I pointed it at him and he eyed down the barrel nervously. "It's going to be active until your heart stops beating."

"Tell me what the chip does."

"We told you the day of, it keeps your emotions under control." He said and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against a separate wall. He knocked over a vase and groaned loudly in pain. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why are you lying to me?" I yelled and yanked him up. "What does it do?" I shouted, wanting to hear the truth.

"It keeps your emotions locked down! It doesn't seem to be working at the mome-"

"There's more, tell me what it fucking does." I said and he cried in pain after I slammed the barrel of my gun against his cheek. "Well?"

"It-It it turns you into a puppet if the power board is used," he spat out, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Where's the power board?" I asked, holding the gun under his chin. "Where the hell is it?" I asked him again, my jaw clenched in anger.

"I don't have it!" He yelled but I didn't believe him. Not for a second. "I swear to god that I don't have it!"

"Do you have children doctor?"

"Yes-I mean no!" He panicked and I chuckled, taking my knife out. "Don't hurt my kids." He cried and I set the point of my knife against his chin.

"Tell me where that power board is and you'll be going home to those children of yours." I said and he shook his head.

"I don't know where it is!" He cried and I grit my teeth. His phone rang and I took it out of his pocket, looking at the I.D.

"Tell her you're staying late." I growled as I answered the call, the sharp end of my knife digging into his skin.

"Hi love, I'm staying late tonight. D-Don't wait up." He said and then gulped. "Bye, I love you too... tell the kids I love them. Goodnight." He said and then nodded.

I hung up the call and then threw his phone somewhere. "Now you're going to tell me where the hell that power board is, even if it's with your last breath."

"Why are you doing this?" He cried and I chuckled.

"Because this chip is fucking me up." I said, face to face with him. Our noses were practically touching. "Someone has that fucking power board and it's not me. I am not going to live my life as a damn puppet, is that understood? Now tell me where the hell the board is."

"I don't know!"

I pulled my fist back and then slammed it against his jaw, immediately covering his mouth as he cried out in pain. "Who had it last?" I snapped and he looked at me.

"I don't-I don't remember!" He said and I pulled my fist back once more, hitting him right near the ribs.

"Who had it?" I yelled and he again, told me that he doesn't remember. "By the time I'm done here," I said and chuckled. "You're going to remember all of it." I said and he cried in pain.

"Now, before I have fun, I'll give you another chance." I said, my teeth grit and my knuckles white around the fabric of his shirt. "Who had the board last?"

"I-I did." He gulped and I nodded. "I don't have it though! I swear! What use would I have for it?"

"Who has it now?" I asked and he told me he didn't know. "Did you give the board to anyone?" I asked and he was silent.

"One more chance," I said and pulled him up. "Did you give the board to anyone?" I asked him angrily and he nodded. "Who?"

"I don't remember!"

"There are hundreds of people who would die to have the board, I need to know who." I said and slid the knife slowly, just enough to scare him. "You always end up remembering at the last second." I said and stopped the knife.

"I don't remember." He told me and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Please. I don't mean any harm. I don't have it, I don't remember who does. Please." He begged but I wasn't having it.

"One more 'I don't remember' and this knife," I said, driving it straight into the desk, "Is going straight tnto your thigh." I said and he was trembling, his voice shaking.

"I'm sorry. I-I really a-am, but I don't know." He told me and I yanked the knife out of the table. "Please."

I looked him in the eyes, his puffy red and watery eyes. "Please Agent, I'm begging you. My kids-My kids need me. My wife's sick and-and I need to make money to pay for her surgeries. Please." He begged me and I watched as he practically hopped off of the desk and got on his knees.

"Please."

"Fine." I snapped, unable to take his constant whining and begging. "Fine." I repeated and put the knife back into the desk.

"Y-You'll let me go then?"

"Remember, I'm apart of the government doctor. I've had this job for so long. I can track you down and I can kill you." I told him, grabbing his shirt in my fist. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you and your family."

"I-I won't, I promise agent." He said and I unlocked the cuffs. He gave me a hug and I scowled, pushing him off. "Thank you so much." He said and I fell on my knees, holding my head in my hand as a ringing filled my ears.

"Get out."

"Are you o-"

"I said get out!" I yelled at him. "Close the place down. Turn the lights off. Close it and get out." I said and he looked at me.

"Is it the-"

"If you don't get the fuck out right now." I growled and he jumped, running towards his keys. "Faster!"

He shut the lights off attnd then bolted towards the front door as fast as his short, fat legs could carry him. He locked the door on his way out, glancing and me before leaving to his car.

I yelled in pain as I held my head, my heart beating to quickly to be healthy. I scratched at my scalp and then tugged on my hair.

All I could hear in my head was a high pitched ringing sound, followed by multiple voices telling me I failed. That I was doing wrong. It was like my concious was screaming at me in a thousand voices.

I failed at killing someone... and I never fail at killing someone.