I landed on the ground with a plop. My brown hair was stained with red streaks of blood and at least I had the ability to say it wasn’t all my own. I had inflicted some injuries to my advisory but you know how it works out in the end. When it’s all said and done the one who’s beat worse is the one who dies.

At least I knew it wouldn’t be me. I picked myself up slowly and the bad man came towards me again. His steps were slow and his voice was brimming with confidence because he thought he had me beet. He thought that I was down for the count but he just didn’t know me well enough yet.

I was on my hands and knees, he was about ten feet away, and he started talking. You know how in the movies the villain always gives a long monologue about how great they are, and how they’re plan is supposedly unbeatable? Well, did you know that some of the greatest movies were based off real life? Yep, and this part is no exception. The villain for me started up on his speech. “You know, you almost had me for a second. I thought I might have actually needed to start up my second defense.”

I was starting to stand. Then Mr. Villain was in front of me and he pushed me back down. “See, and I thought they were going to send their best agent after me. Well, I have to admit that I’m very disappointed in you. You can’t be more than a half year. Though at least you won’t have to worry about graduating. I hear it can be quite a stressing thing. You’ll go back to them though, don’t worry about that. It’ll just be in a broken mess of pieces.”

He did a predictable evil laugh and kicked me while I was down. I gave a whimper to try and make it seem like he was winning. He turned his back to me and headed for his machine. His monologue wasn’t done yet though, “Now with this machine I will destroy your space station. I will make all bow before with fear in their eyes. No one will rise against me ever and I will rule with an iron fist.”

He was so absorbed with himself that he didn’t notice me. They never notice me. It’s always part of the plan.

I crawled as quietly as I could to the secret control panel. They had shown it to me during the debriefing and I knew it would cause an automatic lock down. This was important and the only problem that stood in my way before was that to access the panel required a key and there was only one copy to that key. It was on the villain and one of the many things he didn’t know about me was that I had always been best when it came to picking a pocket.

I held the key in my hand and reached the panel with the villain’s back still towards me. I turned the key in the lock and then pressed the big red button (I know right how cheesy but these bad guy types always try to recreate their fantasies they saw in movies).

The whole room was plunged into darkness and the emergency lights were the only things that still provided light. Mr. Villain turned around with a new amount of hatred in his eyes and I knew that it couldn’t be good. Mr. Villain came at me again but my partner picked that moment to show up. It was part of the plan but I had been hoping to at least get a punch in before he showed up.

They air vent covers flew off and cable hooks came down along with people. Mr. Villain looked up and was taken by surprise. He stood still and then suddenly he came to the realization that he had been defeated. He gave me a confounded look and said through stutters, “Y..you! Who…who are you?”

I stood erectly and showed that I really wasn’t hurt. I looked him strait in the eyes and gave a coy smile. Everything had gone according to plan, and I said to him, “I’m just a defenseless half year.” (Of course I was really a division one agent but let’s just freak him out a little bite and let him think that he was defeated by a pip squeak, he already thought I was one.)

My partner’s voice suddenly came out very loudly and he sounded like a snobby kind of fellow when he was apprehending perpetrators of major crimes. Once you got to know him though he was really quite a nice person. His voice echoed, “You are under arrest by the intergalactic police force of….” He had to stop talking because Mr. Villain decided he was going to give it one more try to get his sorry butt out of trouble.

I mean he needed to try. When he was put to trial he would lose and then end up going to prison for life. That kind of thing hanging over a person would make them do just about anything. So, in his moment of desperation he reached out and grabbed me by the neck. He pulled me close to his body and he had me in such a way that I wouldn’t be able to get out of his hold quickly, if at all.

He pulled a ray gun from his back pocket and held it to my temple. This wasn’t a first and so my heart only increased in its palpitations very little. I would say it actually stayed practically normal.

The rest of the cops who were around me now took a knee and had their guns trained on us. They were ready to shoot at a moment’s notice if the opportunity presented itself. My partner stepped forward and his special equipped laser gun, that’s only handed out to division one officers, seemed to be pointed at my head as well.

Even though I’ve been in this kind of situation before I still didn’t find all the guns that comforting.

Mr. Villain opened up with the usual, “Don’t come near me or the girl will die. Don’t think I won’t do it.”

My partner spoke slow, “I have every confidence that you would pull that trigger. So, just calm down and we can talk this out. Does that seem reasonable?”

The man didn’t move. He wasn’t that stupid, I’ll give him that. I thought I should interject a little talking. “Hey, Pat good to see you made it.”

My partner just looked at me and said, “Well, I can’t say the same for you. Why does it always seem I’m having to save you.”

“Because you’re very disillusioned. I don’t need saving.”

Mr. Villain didn’t like the talking. He gave me a little shake and tightened his grasp on my air pipe before he said, “No more talking from you. Just let your friend Pat speak and we’ll come to a nice arrangement and then I’ll let you go.”

He had that confidence back in his voice.

Ha! He thought he was in control of the situation. I don’t know why they never understood that when they were dealing with me they were never in control of the situation.

Pat talked, “What do you want?”

“Ha! What kind of question is that?” Mr. Villain was apparently also becoming a little hysterical. “You know I want my freedom, and yall will all just keep a distance from me and I won’t kill the girl.”

Mr. Villain stuck to the wall so his back side wouldn’t be opened to attack which was good for him but he was heading for the door and everything was on lock down. I wouldn’t think that he would forget it because the whole room was still in shadows sense the only light we could see by were the emergency lights.

We reached the door to the hall way and then he opened the control panel and I would have hit my head for my stupidity if I could have. There was still the other overriding access code and Mr. Villain would be the one to know it.

So with the door behind us open and all my support people on the other side, I knew my time to gain the upper hand and win was slowly slipping away.

He stood in the threshold and Mr. Villain gave a horrible laugh and said, “Don’t follow, or else you know what’ll happen.”

With that he stepped back, the door closed, and for a moment I thought I might lose the upper hand in my position.