“ What the hell is this?” I asked with a hint of curiosity Plop! The brown file landed on my desk I opened it and skimmed through it.

“ I don’t know what it is Research department sent it over.” Barbara said a cute woman about the age of twenty six if only I was younger. “ Sir are you paying attention.”
“ Huh oh yes I am sorry you can leave thanks for the file.” I said. Looking at the file it said confidential addressed to Drake Storm. I hated working for The Secret Bureau of Science and Research “D***heads” for short they always had some experiment going on like the time in Canada where they found Sasquatch it was all kept hush hush of course, but we lost three men that day, and one of them owed me money.
Knock Knock! “ Ay yo Storm read the files yet.” My partner Joe said. One of the only friends I have, Eccentric ,bold, and out of his god damned mind. We only worked together for 3 years, but we were already one of the top teams in the field agent division. I trusted him with my life, but not enough to let him drive anything with a motor, Joe has no sense of direction and honestly I wonder if he even realizes that there are signs on the road.
“ Yeah some failed experiment called Charlie Gordon, from what I gather the man was mentally challenged two scientists gave him a temporary fix.”
“ Yeah temporary it wore off and he ended up worse than before…dead as a board.” Joe said.
“ So what’s this gotta do with us I thought we only handled live cases why can’t they just pick him up, and do what the Bureau does best… erase the evidence.”
“ Dead or alive … man did you even read the damn file.” Joe smirked.”
“ I skimmed it, and if I could read do you think I would be in this crap fest I would’ve done some thing great like become a doctor.” I joked in all truth my job wasn’t bad I took down the experiments brought them back to the tubes boom bang I go home and sleep.
“ A doctor haha don’t kid yourself man they wouldn’t even let you near a cadaver.” Joe retorted with his trademark mouth he can be an a** but he’s my a**.
“ Ok Storm here’s the lowdown apparently that fix Gordon had was some stimulant in the form of surgery that made him become smart were not talking your average smart Steven Hawkins kind of smart, any way the surgery worked, but it had draw backs…”
“Don’t everyone of them do” I said personally my motto about science is don’t screw around with it the things that the bureau sends you after, sometimes you don’t go to sleep at night what’s worse they were human; The bureau has good intentions just bad methods. “ So what happened?” I asked I tend not to, but I always do its impossible not to ask.
“ Well you can’t expect to go from a retard to a genious and not have to compensate according to the file Gordon’s body and brain started to deteriarate Gordon realized that he was f*cked and packed, even left a note.” Joe said.
“ So, he runs and three months later he dies in an alleyway in Texas” I said as I was reading the case file on my desk. “This is just routine grab and go right?” I asked.
“ Yep” Joe said.
“ Then lets grab and go.” I smiled
“ I’m liking the catch phrase there what’s next coming in to work with some tights.” He replied sarcastically…a**.

“ Wanna take Sue or the Squad car?” Joe smiled.

“ I’ll take Sue any day.” I said sue was a Mustang Gt with red paint and white racing stripes she was the closest thing I ever had to a wife we found her in a U.F.O apparently some aliens decided to pim p the ride for us Ice cube had nothing on that. She wasn’t street legal, but to hell with it she’s a beauty.

Joe and I arrived at the scene where the experiment was located, but something was wrong the Bureau’s S.O.C were there, Secret operations Corps, they don’t interfere with the field agents work what the hell was going on here? Joe looked at me, here’s the thing about having a partner you guys become so close that sometimes words aren’t needed.

“I’ll go check it out.” Joe said in his serious voice.

“ Find out as much as you can as fast as you can I’m going to go ask a few questions.” I said

We both went our separate ways I headed toward the circle where I saw the S.O.C chief what in god’s name is going on. I pushed my way through “ Sir what’s the…” I looked at why they were in the circle. The target Charlie Gordon was lying against a wall blood smeared all over it. The top of his head was missing cut right above the brow. His expression was one of fear this wasn’t a grab and go incident anymore someone new where Gordon was they lured him out, but why? I was about to get my answer. A tall man with a huge build walked over he looked old, but he also looked like he can snap me in half. The man had dark eyes with a scar across his nose. Dark hair, dark expression, and horrible manners yep S.O.C . “ Sir what happened here why does this look like a murder scene, I though Gordon died from the effects of the surgery?”

“That’s what we thought.” He said in a somber voice “ But take a look.”

I walked over and was shocked his brain the mans brains gone swiped clean, but he reverted back to a mentally challenged state why go through the trouble , and why be so sloppy unless you want a message to be sent.



TO BE CONTINUED TITLE CASE I: Alganons key

“ What the hell is this?” I asked with a hint of curiosity Plop! The brown file landed on my desk I opened it and skimmed through it.

“ I don’t know what it is Research department sent it over.” Barbara said a cute woman about the age of twenty six if only I was younger. “ Sir are you paying attention.”
“ Huh oh yes I am sorry you can leave thanks for the file.” I said. Looking at the file it said confidential addressed to Drake Storm. I hated working for The Secret Bureau of Science and Research “D***heads” for short they always had some experiment going on like the time in Canada where they found Sasquatch it was all kept hush hush of course, but we lost three men that day, and one of them owed me money.
Knock Knock! “ Ay yo Storm read the files yet.” My partner Joe said. One of the only friends I have, Eccentric ,bold, and out of his god damned mind. We only worked together for 3 years, but we were already one of the top teams in the field agent division. I trusted him with my life, but not enough to let him drive anything with a motor, Joe has no sense of direction and honestly I wonder if he even realizes that there are signs on the road.
“ Yeah some failed experiment called Charlie Gordon, from what I gather the man was mentally challenged two scientists gave him a temporary fix.”
“ Yeah temporary it wore off and he ended up worse than before…dead as a board.” Joe said.
“ So what’s this gotta do with us I thought we only handled live cases why can’t they just pick him up, and do what the Bureau does best… erase the evidence.”
“ Dead or alive … man did you even read the damn file.” Joe smirked.”
“ I skimmed it, and if I could read do you think I would be in this crap fest I would’ve done some thing great like become a doctor.” I joked in all truth my job wasn’t bad I took down the experiments brought them back to the tubes boom bang I go home and sleep.
“ A doctor haha don’t kid yourself man they wouldn’t even let you near a cadaver.” Joe retorted with his trademark mouth he can be an a** but he’s my a**.
“ Ok Storm here’s the lowdown apparently that fix Gordon had was some stimulant in the form of surgery that made him become smart were not talking your average smart Steven Hawkins kind of smart, any way the surgery worked, but it had draw backs…”
“Don’t everyone of them do” I said personally my motto about science is don’t screw around with it the things that the bureau sends you after, sometimes you don’t go to sleep at night what’s worse they were human; The bureau has good intentions just bad methods. “ So what happened?” I asked I tend not to, but I always do its impossible not to ask.
“ Well you can’t expect to go from a retard to a genious and not have to compensate according to the file Gordon’s body and brain started to deteriarate Gordon realized that he was f*cked and packed, even left a note.” Joe said.
“ So, he runs and three months later he dies in an alleyway in Texas” I said as I was reading the case file on my desk. “This is just routine grab and go right?” I asked.
“ Yep” Joe said.
“ Then lets grab and go.” I smiled
“ I’m liking the catch phrase there what’s next coming in to work with some tights.” He replied sarcastically…a**.

“ Wanna take Sue or the Squad car?” Joe smiled.

“ I’ll take Sue any day.” I said sue was a Mustang Gt with red paint and white racing stripes she was the closest thing I ever had to a wife we found her in a U.F.O apparently some aliens decided to pim p the ride for us Ice cube had nothing on that. She wasn’t street legal, but to hell with it she’s a beauty.

Joe and I arrived at the scene where the experiment was located, but something was wrong the Bureau’s S.O.C were there, Secret operations Corps, they don’t interfere with the field agents work what the hell was going on here? Joe looked at me, here’s the thing about having a partner you guys become so close that sometimes words aren’t needed.

“I’ll go check it out.” Joe said in his serious voice.

“ Find out as much as you can as fast as you can I’m going to go ask a few questions.” I said

We both went our separate ways I headed toward the circle where I saw the S.O.C chief what in god’s name is going on. I pushed my way through “ Sir what’s the…” I looked at why they were in the circle. The target Charlie Gordon was lying against a wall blood smeared all over it. The top of his head was missing cut right above the brow. His expression was one of fear this wasn’t a grab and go incident anymore someone new where Gordon was they lured him out, but why? I was about to get my answer. A tall man with a huge build walked over he looked old, but he also looked like he can snap me in half. The man had dark eyes with a scar across his nose. Dark hair, dark expression, and horrible manners yep S.O.C . “ Sir what happened here why does this look like a murder scene, I though Gordon died from the effects of the surgery?”

“That’s what we thought.” He said in a somber voice “ But take a look.”

I walked over and was shocked his brain the mans brains gone swiped clean, but he reverted back to a mentally challenged state why go through the trouble , and why be so sloppy unless you want a message to be sent.



TO BE CONTINUED TITLE CASE I: Alganons key