Anyway, I changed the name from "A Story" to an actual title, so zip-i-dee-do-dah!
Here you go!
"Mr. Lister?" I asked.
"Affirmative," the he said. "Please come in."
"Thank goodness," I muttered, and stepped into his office.
"Who are you?"
"Um, I'm Elliot McBackster, nice to meet you sir." We shook hands.
"Oh, you're the new guy. I'm Mr. Lister."
"Yes. I'm here to get my stuff."
"Right. Here. Don't break anything." He handed me a package of all the things I'll need.
"I won't, sir, I promise." I took the package, and dropped it.
"Mission: Impossible: Elliot McBackster Trying to Hold Something," I said, hoping nothing was broken, and noticing Mr. Lister rolling his eyes and sighing.
I stooped down and scooped the package up. "Nothing's broken, I suppose!"
Mr. Lister muttered something in a really stuffy sounding language, which sounded like French (I really wish I was French, I'd probably be less clumsy), and handed me another package. Luckily I didn't drop it.
"In the package is all the things you'll need for missions and extra training. There is also instruction manuals, maps, and rule-books. Read them all carefully, and do exactly as they say. Don't screw it."
"Sorry, I won't sir. Thank you, sir."
"Mm-hmm. You may go now. Hurry off to your station before you get a call."
"Yes sir."
I rushed off through the HQ, and luckily, with my detailed map in my package, I found my way to my station. There I sat and started reading the instruction manuals and rule-books.
"I know how to shoot a gun, I know not to play with fire..." I thought, flipping through the books and manuals.
Suddenly, a red phone started flashing. I supposed that meant it was time for my first mission, so I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mr. McBackster, you answer you emergency calls by saying, 'Agent Mr. McBackster here,' and you have a mission!" a guy on the other end answered. "There is a bank-robber at the Yellowstone Bank on 22nd, and he's code 19-C-1."
"What does that mean?"
"HE'S SLIGHTLY DANGEROUS!! Get your driver and get there immediately!"
"Roger." I hung up the phone and ran to someone.
"WHERE'S MY DRIVER?" I asked urgently.
"Well, he's a driver. I'm sure he'll drive you," she answered, pointing to someone.
"THANK YOU!"
I ran up to him and told him where to go. Then we went to his sleek black suburban-cop-car and got in.
"You're new?" he asked as he sped away, turning on the siren and flashing-lights.
"Yup," I answered.
"You have your things?"
"What? Oh. Uh, no."
He handed me a gun and an ear-piece. "Then you're gonna need these."
I'm tired of writing AGAIN, so I hope you enjoyed it :) hopefully I'll submit part 4 soon so I won't leave you wondering... LOL :D
