Screechhh
The car finally arrived at the agency. Although the night sky was prominent, and half of the world was sleeping, the agency building shined bright in the dark atmosphere. As soon as Byung-Ho stepped out of the car, he heard crickets chirping in the summer heat. Each step felt heavy as he approached the secret entrance.
The boss.. the Chief.. they're all waiting for me. As soon as I step through the door..
Byung-Ho paused at the door and tapped it lightly. He let out a long, dreadful sigh as he waited for the hatch to unlock.
Click
He gazed at the door before reluctantly grabbed a hold of the handle and twisting it open. All the lights in the building were on... like always. The people here are insufferable.. I'm always put to work like a dog. When can I catch a break? He continued to sigh as he grew closer and closer to the meeting room. There, the most prominent members of Rapid1 spent most of their day.
Tap.. tap.... tap....
Each step grew more slower than the other. Until he finally reached the large, menacing door that peered over him. Do I have to..? Before he even had the chance to knock on the door, it was slung wide open, smacking Byung-Ho in the face without warning.
BANG - CRASH!
Ack-
Byung-Ho fell to the ground with a bloody nose as he slowly raised his head to look at the perpetrator. It was that damned green haired Pistachio looking-
Ahem
"Agent Anchovey, you did that on purpose, didn't you, you bastard!" Byung-Ho quickly raised himself to his feet and lunged towards Agent Anchovey with bloodlust in his eyes. He was already tired enough, but now he was being humiliated by a cucumber? Not on my watch..
Agent Anchovey was tackled onto the ground by Byung-Ho and was about to get the living daylights smacked out of him until The Chief left the meeting room with his hands behind his back. He stared down at Byung-Ho menacingly. "Agent Phony, that's enough." His low voice was enough to send shivers down Byung-ho's spine.
What- but.. this was all that prickly cactus' fault! Why am I the one getting in trouble?
Byung-Ho quickly cleared his throat and stood up straight to bow down to The Chief.
"I'm sorry... but that guy obviously slammed the door at my face on purpose! He has access to all the cameras and-" He was quickly cut off as The Chief glared down at Byung-Ho with dismay.
"Enough with your excuses." The Chief raised his right hand. "The number one rule in Rapid1 is to remain civil amongst your peers." The man gestured for Byung-Ho to enter the meeting room while making his way back inside. "Come."
What?! How- GODDAMNIT I HATE THIS PLACE.
Byung-Ho quickly followed behind The Chief as he glared back at Agent Anchovey with daggers in his eyes. He took a seat in the near empty room and crossed his arms. "Hurry up.. I want to change out of this stupid dress." Byung-ho muttered as he glared up at The Chief.
Flick
The Chief threw a file at Byung-ho, but he managed to catch it before it whacked him in the face. "What is this..?" He mumbled while skimming through the contents. Wait a moment.. this looks like...
The Chief stood tall in the front of the room. His stern expression almost had a hint of evilness in it. "It's your next mission. Early in the morning tomorrow. No later than 6." As the words poured out of the man's mouth, Byung-Ho could feel his heart dropping.
He.. he can't be serious.. what is wrong with him? This can't be normal... he's doing this sh*t on purpose! Is.. is everyone's goal in this place to make my life a living hell?!
Byung-Ho remained silent as thoughts began to cluster inside his mind. He was completely burned out due to the relentless amount of missions that poured in. "Please..." He stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "At least give me one day! One day!" He yelled out while constantly slamming his hands on the table.
The Chief leaned against the table and nodded. "Good. Just what I wanted to hear."
Huh?
Byung-Ho paused and stared at The Chief. "What do you mean..?"
The Chief chuckled lowly and pulled the file away from Byung-Ho. "You said it yourself. You're only getting a one day break. Okay?"
...
Byung-Ho fumed in frustration, to the point that he was on the verge of exploding.
This f*cker tricked me! Gosh damn it! Damn it!
Soon, the other agents poured in the room after returning from the venue. They all sat and chattered as they reported their mission to The Chief. Byung-ho could only sit there silently... like an idiot. No.. more.. I need more than one day. A week.. no.. a monfh... no... A YEAR. He began to rock back and forth on his chair as he stared into the distance.. almost as if he had just been at war.
The other agents sneaked a few glances at Byung-Ho as he spiraled into a weird mental state. Soon after, Agent Triple finally entered the meeting room and glanced around before handing The Chief a long written report and immediately leaving right after. He was about to close the door before he remembered something and turned back into the room. He approached Byung-Ho and pulled his lifeless body by the arm before dragging him out.
"Why are you still wearing this?"
Agent Triple almost never showed any emotions, so talking to him felt the same as talking to a wall. Why am I still wearing what? Why should I even care? My life is already sh*tty...
Byung-Ho could only let out a sigh as he was dragged to the dressing room. His eyes were extremely dark as he sat silently on a chair. He let Agent Triple wipe all the makeup off as he sat in a vegetative state. His mind was only clogged up with one thing.. "A one day break..." He mumbled quietly to himself.
Agent Triple glanced at Byung-ho in confusion as he struggled to keep his head still to remove the makeup. "What?" Agent Triple paused and stared at Byung-ho coldly.
Eek-
Byung-ho snapped out of his depressed state and quickly slipped away from Agent Triple. "Stop looking at me with that scary look!" He yelled while going into his fighting stance. Crap.. when did I get here? He glanced around d the dressing room. I was completely out of it...
An icy glare continued to pierce Byung-ho's skin as Agent Triple stared at him intensely. This guy is really insane! He Madd a run for the door but failed after he realized that Triple was tugging onto his dress.
"Change."
Byung-ho slowly turned to look at Triple and quickly nodded while gulping. Sir, yes sir!
He quickly changed into the spare uniform in the dressing room and stood there silently. "Uhm.. I'm done-" He didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Agent Triple up and left. Now he was all alone in the complete silence of the changing room.
"For f*cks sake.. why do I keep getting picked on by these bastards.." He mumbled as he left the room with multiple sighs.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked down the long hallways. The mission from earlier began to weigh on his mind as he reminisced upon the events that took place. He gripped onto his hair and began to kick the walls in frustration. "Why won't anyone give me a break? Am I the problem? Is it me?!"
A few passerby watched from the distance in amusement. Again, Agent Phony was like a source of entertainment to them.
Damn this wretched agency!