Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The moon was out; it was shining brighter than it had been when the sun set. Meaning, most children are probably in bed by now. But not for a Special Agent, who decided to stay and finish up on his work. Though heâ??ll never admit it, heâ??ll rather be here filing papers than out there mingling with the ladies of the night; whose dresses sparkles when they move and that might even cause men to heads to tilt because not only are they moving, but every movement that they make, their dresses rise that much higher, eventually the men hope that they get to see the promise land.
Though if someone from this Special Agentâ??s group saw him here, theyâ??ll probably be thinking that this Special Agent got dumb, and didnâ??t want to go home, or is avoiding a date that gone badly. Because after all, this Special Agent, well when the sun was out, and the mood seem kind of dull, heâ??ll erupt everybody spirits with his stories of his dates, or how heâ??s going to enjoy the weekend with a blonde, or brunette or red heads. How their figures are probably model type and they should be jealous, well maybe not for his partner, whoâ??s an Israeli chick. Though, this Special Agent, thinks she might swing both waysâ?¦he can only dream.
After a while of typing at the computer, this Special Agent leaned back and stretched his arms out only to find that his hands are now handcuffed, making him completely in an uncomfortable position. He got up off his chair, stumbling around a bit trying to maneuver his arms, hands into a comfortable position. He then saw flashes of light, blinding him, making him stumbling over Zivaâ??s desk, â??GRRRâ? he groans, as he felt his shoulder being dislocated. He leans on his good arm and tries to get up. Once he succeeds, he turns around, and catches a quick jab to the face then another one to his cheeks, immediately landing on top of Zivaâ??s desk, sending Zivaâ??s monitor to fall down, and the plastic screen shatters.
â??Letâ??s go...we only got five minutes before the power comes back on and you can be sure that this place will be on lock downâ? said a man in a black mask. A big man dressed in all black picked up Tony, and quickly went down the stairs, and into the garage, where a black van was stationed. There the man put Tony in and handcuffed his ankles, as the van took off. The man in black mask smiled and looked around as there were five other people with him, cleaning up the mess that they had caused, and even replacing Zivaâ??s broken monitor with a new one, exact model.
â??One minute Boss,â? said one of the lackeys. â??Okay, letâ??s move outâ?¦â? he said, smiling as he stood in front of Gibbâ??s desk. He then slammed something down on his desk. It was a stack of photos of what had just happened, including Zivaâ??s broken monitor. But the first picture on the stack was Tony lying unconscious on top of Zivaâ??s desk.
And just barely one minute, the cleaning crew of the group that kidnapped Tony, vanished without a trace.
Three hour passes, Special Agent McGee, walks into the â??Crime Sceneâ? but nothing seems wrong, so he doesnâ??t suspect that where he was right now was a â??Crime Sceneâ?. He walks to his desk and begins typing away.
Though if someone from this Special Agentâ??s group saw him here, theyâ??ll probably be thinking that this Special Agent got dumb, and didnâ??t want to go home, or is avoiding a date that gone badly. Because after all, this Special Agent, well when the sun was out, and the mood seem kind of dull, heâ??ll erupt everybody spirits with his stories of his dates, or how heâ??s going to enjoy the weekend with a blonde, or brunette or red heads. How their figures are probably model type and they should be jealous, well maybe not for his partner, whoâ??s an Israeli chick. Though, this Special Agent, thinks she might swing both waysâ?¦he can only dream.
After a while of typing at the computer, this Special Agent leaned back and stretched his arms out only to find that his hands are now handcuffed, making him completely in an uncomfortable position. He got up off his chair, stumbling around a bit trying to maneuver his arms, hands into a comfortable position. He then saw flashes of light, blinding him, making him stumbling over Zivaâ??s desk, â??GRRRâ? he groans, as he felt his shoulder being dislocated. He leans on his good arm and tries to get up. Once he succeeds, he turns around, and catches a quick jab to the face then another one to his cheeks, immediately landing on top of Zivaâ??s desk, sending Zivaâ??s monitor to fall down, and the plastic screen shatters.
â??Letâ??s go...we only got five minutes before the power comes back on and you can be sure that this place will be on lock downâ? said a man in a black mask. A big man dressed in all black picked up Tony, and quickly went down the stairs, and into the garage, where a black van was stationed. There the man put Tony in and handcuffed his ankles, as the van took off. The man in black mask smiled and looked around as there were five other people with him, cleaning up the mess that they had caused, and even replacing Zivaâ??s broken monitor with a new one, exact model.
â??One minute Boss,â? said one of the lackeys. â??Okay, letâ??s move outâ?¦â? he said, smiling as he stood in front of Gibbâ??s desk. He then slammed something down on his desk. It was a stack of photos of what had just happened, including Zivaâ??s broken monitor. But the first picture on the stack was Tony lying unconscious on top of Zivaâ??s desk.
And just barely one minute, the cleaning crew of the group that kidnapped Tony, vanished without a trace.
Three hour passes, Special Agent McGee, walks into the â??Crime Sceneâ? but nothing seems wrong, so he doesnâ??t suspect that where he was right now was a â??Crime Sceneâ?. He walks to his desk and begins typing away.
