As were about to crash, an underground cave opened. He laughed.

  “Oh, I hate you. What is this, the batcave?”

  “Welcome to the AAFHY, American Agent Force Hell Yeah.”

  A security machine asked us. “Agent name and Password.”

  “Explosion Man, bigbodybenz.”

  “Access granted. Welcome back, Explosion Man.”

  “Seriously? How about me? I didn’t get a cool name.”

  I followed him, tripping over expensive cables. AAFHY was a rogue agency with zero oversight and a terrible name. It felt 100% illegal to be here, but the wall of satellite monitors was actually cool. Atleast I have a new idea for my next novel, I thought.

  “Who’s in charge?”

  “That would be me,” a voice echoed as the elevator dived down to the floor level. The doors slid open. A man stepped out wearing a suit that cost more than my net worth holding a orange juice. I whispered to myself, “Get a load of this guy.”

  “Explosion Man, its been a while bud. And you brought… a civillian?”

  “Ugh… yeah… wait, no. He’s a uhh… the archiver,” this guy is high as hell. I didn’t even agreed to do this.

  “You wearing sweat pants?” I asked the guy.

  “No, uh… yes… I am, ” he laughed. “I had some hot cocoa this morning and I totally biffed it.”

  He continued. “Where my manners right? Im Jason the director of… ahh… yuck. That’s sounds so formal,” “Just call me DJ.”

  “DJ my friend here, is a friend of mine,” Explosion Man barked, suddenly trying to stand at attention. “We are a men of action. We used to cling to a plane, jumping out of moving train, do a flying tomahawk and scalp all they motherfuckin ass.”

  “True,” DJ added, while sipping his orange juice.

  “Bullshit,” I said. “If you guys saved the world, how come I never hear anything about you.”

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  “You’re not supposed to.” Explosion Man respond. How convenient.

  “Anyway, I got a juicy mission here for us DJ.”

  “Oh, I love juicy.”

  “Its Mayor secret, juicy, been following him since my retirement.”

  “He’s got this intern—some college kid named Brandon. The Mayor handed him a stack of ledgers and said, ‘Get these into circulation, fast,’ but Brandon? Brandon hears ‘circulation’ and he thinks library. He drives straight to the public library and hands the most dangerous book in the city to this guy.” He jabbed a thumb at me.

  “Okay, so what do we do. Can you simplify it?” DJ responds.

  “That’s why he’s here. Tell em, whats inside the book? You remember?”

  “Oh… no… I mean, yeah. Theres like thousand pages but, cool.”

  Explosion Man stared at me looking disappointed.

  “Let me think, theres list of names, billionaires. Some illegal- tax evasion here and there.”

  “That’s it really? After all this work? I fight villains better than that. I once stopped the World War 3.”

  “Oh yeah, I remember that. Though there was some suspiciously large mention of balloons.”

  “There you go! Balloons… let me think… wait, IT’S A BOMB! My theory seems to be true, I knew it all along!”

  “Why would a Mayor blow things up? Wouldn’t they lose money?” DJ asks.

  “Yes, but not him. So he probably control who rebuilds it. Or get a public sympathy.”

  “You’re crazy you know that, this is ridiculous,” I tell him.

  “They call me crazy but never a liar.”

  “Hold on,” DJ phone rings. “Excuse me, Whassup? Its sall good dude… What? Oh its you. Wait, am I in trouble? Oh yeah I forgot, im the director here. Explosion Man? What about him?”

  Im so confused right now. Explosion Man face looks like he’s ready to run. He asked him to put on the speaker phone.

  “Explosion Man is a convicted felon. He’s a dog he’s a pig, a terrorist, and a threat to America. I got sources tell that he’s back again. Making a move. You’re his close friend, do you know where he is?”

  “Oh yeah, he’s chilling here with me-“

  Explosion Man cuts him. Hissed “You idiot!”

  “What is that?”

  “Nothing… ugh… we…I mean, I’ll call you. Brb.”

  I hate the use of brb, just say be right back, it has the same syllables as the acronym, whats the point. Also- terrorist?!

  “What the hell man?”

  “Im sorry! I didn’t mean to. Its… the goverment…I cant lie to them.”

  “After all we’ve been through,” Explosion Man said coldly.

  “I didn’t meant like that, and I think you should probably get out of here.”

  We are outside and its 12:00 AM. Great. I asked Explosion Man what was that all about.

  “Been in this agency thing for a long time. I, sometimes, may be little bit of a headache for the people in charge . I already told you, about the WW3 thing. The US sents a missile to China, they say to destroy their nuclear weapon. But I know, that will only start a long war. So I stopped it. Like any other person would. Yes, I saved the world couple of times. But when it doesn’t benefit the US. Im a wanted man. That’s why I ‘retire’ actually.”

  “So what are you gonna do?”

  “Looks like im going to laylow for a while. Ghost protocol.”

  “How about me? Am I safe?”

  “Yeah, sure I guess.”

  “Can I go?”

  “Well if you wanted to join me.”

  “No thanks, I got other things to worry about,” I leave him. But I remember its very dark in here. And I got no car.

  “Could you give me a ride-“

  But he already ran away. He didn’t disappear like Batman. I saw him running, it looks stupid to be honest.