MY FAVORITE ASSIGNMENT✔️ || s.r

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CHAPTER 7
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I'm hazy from the drug when I wake up. I immediately take a look around me. A smidgeon of panic seeps through, but I keep it at bay with knowledge.

Okay, what do I know? Someone or something shot me with a dart, knocking me out. I'm not sure what time it is.

I'm tethered to a chair, and in front of me is a table with a suspiciously low bottom.

I kick the table so that the bottom is facing me. I notice the door. Most likely bullet proof.

I notice a small knife hidden beneath the table. I grab it and cut the rope with my hands.

I'd like to express my gratitude to Steve for watching all of those combat documentaries on Hulu.

I'm no longer bound by my restraints. I search my pockets and surroundings for anything that might be useful.

I unscrewed the door handle and opened it. the door quietly. Act like you belong.

I begin my confident inclination. Guards are stationed down the hall.

"Who are you?" asks a guard.

"My name is Romanic," I say with an accent. "I was retrieving a component from the basement. But because the elevator was full, I took this alternative route."

"We're the piece," he says.

I show them the folded pocket knife. "I need this to cut wire because my wire clippers broke."

"It has a rubber piece, so the electric current won't hurt me," I explain. They nod, allowing me to pass. I walk past a desk and grab a shield sweater and my phone.

I quickly open my phony agent profile. I'm also silently grateful to Sharon for being sus. Using the shield to navigate.

"Please excuse me; I'm new to shield." "I need a new access card," I explain, allowing them to examine my screen. She takes a quick glance at it and decides to buy it.

"It's in sector 3," she says as she walks away, sipping her coffee.

The announcement reads, "All agents code 43." I can tell the agents are becoming more alert.

I take a close look at my phone and the protocol.

A non-shield individual is in the facility but is not a threat.

I notice Steve and two other people enter the building. I sit at a desk, typing and doing simple tasks.

"How the hell do you lose a super tech genius?" fury rages at the agent.

"Sir, she escaped and hasn't been seen since," he claims. "Nothing has been discovered by agents."

"I know you just told me. We need her to track down this cube, so get her back." He says this while walking away and shouting for further order.

I suppress my laughter and continue to type. I'm concealing myself in plain sight.

"Captain," he addresses Steve. Steve hands him ten dollars and stares around in awe.