Swish! Swish! Pew Pew! (If you think this is "The Spy Who Loved me" your wrong!) Went the shots of a gun. Blam! Ahhh! Click. "That was agent 12 he was murdered last week with the information on the "sub." Pew! Ahh! That was the last Steve ever herd of "Chief." "Chief." Pew "Were' atomatic ah!" Pew "Stop that let me shoot you now!!! I don't know why I said that because now that dip that was shooting at me is standing over me with a bull knife. "Bye!" As I rolled over the man dug his knife into my shoulder. "You dip!" I said. "Shut up!" said the man as he pulled out a gun. By now I was up and about to kick him as a shot rung by. "Not this time" as I hit him! POW "You broke my gun boo ho ho" as he ran out. I follwed him in my fire hawk x-12. Powp. "Dern! Flat!"

Part II

As I entered the building I saw Mr. B A janator. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Mr. Trey told me to clean up."" As he drew his German Lugger. "Not this time." Pap as I hit him in the head with my foot as two men came around the corner. "Freeze." The first one said. "Sorry bub." Pop went my red pen as gas hit the room (Secret Agent Deluxe pen.)

They left. But this time my fire hawk parked out side the door triped them. I forgot about Mr. B. As I ran back I found a glove that said Acme Imperson nations. "Hm." "Ah." I saw Mr. B run to the roof. He had too be three people Trey Brower, Jeff Marciono, or Mr. B himself. I flowed him to the roof he shot at me with a rifle. I shot back. Then a cry of death was Mr. B fling to his death. As I came down stairs I saw Mr. B on the ground. I took off the ocuplises masks to my sirprise I saw Mr B and Jeff Maicion under there masks. There was only one person left. Trey Brower. The ring Leader of the "Sub" kid nap!

The End.

As you can see, it's ready for production tomorrow. Now all I need are attachments and a director and I'm set.