I Dont Know
Mr World: PROLOGUE
Agent Peter Brooks, thirty seven.
Adjy agent number 37, Peter Brooks, stepped off the metal flooring of the built-for-sea hover craft and landed on firm earth. The ground shook a little as he made the short trip from the hover landing area to the small mouth of the cave. Small reptiles and insects scurried out of his way, except for a giant leopard moth which flew to his feet. He kicked it away, cursing, and held out his index finger for a scan. A bright green laser swept over him, the familiar beep that affirmed his entry and he was in. The stone hallway that led to the main building underground was long, the only light came from wooden torches aflame with artificial fire, no heat and double the light. He knew he was getting close to the main part of headquarters when he heard his footsteps change from patterned taps to loud clangs. The stone floor slowly transformed into metal and the yellow light turned blue. It now came from bulbs hidden in little gaps where the wall met the floor, not torches. He finally reached the bulk steel door and was asked for his index finger again, this was because the Adjy (the secret organisation he worked for) had implanted a small identity chip into it. He wouldn’t be able to get into headquarters without it. The first face he saw when he was allowed entrance into the building was that of the young novice, Jay Herd. The annoying, arrogant teenager whose father owned Adjy. A few months ago they had dumped him onto Agent Brooks as a way of ‘teaching him’ the family business. "Yo Brooksie." He greeted and slapped the agent's shoulder. The way Jay dressed and acted was enough to drive any adult insane. Agent Brooks still couldn't wrap his head around why Agent one, Mr Herd, had let his son dye his choppy hair a bright purple. Or why he'd let him get extreme piercings or horrifying tattoos. Sometimes it felt like going to the circus instead of work at a powerful organisation. "Herd." He nodded his head once and
Agent Peter Brooks, thirty seven.
Adjy agent number 37, Peter Brooks, stepped off the metal flooring of the built-for-sea hover craft and landed on firm earth. The ground shook a little as he made the short trip from the hover landing area to the small mouth of the cave. Small reptiles and insects scurried out of his way, except for a giant leopard moth which flew to his feet. He kicked it away, cursing, and held out his index finger for a scan. A bright green laser swept over him, the familiar beep that affirmed his entry and he was in. The stone hallway that led to the main building underground was long, the only light came from wooden torches aflame with artificial fire, no heat and double the light. He knew he was getting close to the main part of headquarters when he heard his footsteps change from patterned taps to loud clangs. The stone floor slowly transformed into metal and the yellow light turned blue. It now came from bulbs hidden in little gaps where the wall met the floor, not torches. He finally reached the bulk steel door and was asked for his index finger again, this was because the Adjy (the secret organisation he worked for) had implanted a small identity chip into it. He wouldn’t be able to get into headquarters without it. The first face he saw when he was allowed entrance into the building was that of the young novice, Jay Herd. The annoying, arrogant teenager whose father owned Adjy. A few months ago they had dumped him onto Agent Brooks as a way of ‘teaching him’ the family business. "Yo Brooksie." He greeted and slapped the agent's shoulder. The way Jay dressed and acted was enough to drive any adult insane. Agent Brooks still couldn't wrap his head around why Agent one, Mr Herd, had let his son dye his choppy hair a bright purple. Or why he'd let him get extreme piercings or horrifying tattoos. Sometimes it felt like going to the circus instead of work at a powerful organisation. "Herd." He nodded his head once and