Dialogue

“Agent 9663! Agent 9663! Do you read me?”

“Yeah, yeah, 6369. I read you. Like I’ve been reading you for the past half an hour!”

“9663! This is a serious mission! Stop goofing around. Are you capable of that?”

“Well, you see, 63 – ”

“I mean it!”

“Okay, okay! Sorry. Keep your coat on. I’ll be serious. Geez.”

 “Thank you. You, of all people should know what is at stake here. Really, it’s mostly for you. I’m just here because you’re too incompetent to figure it out yourself.”

“Heyy! I’m smarter than you! Who got better grades in school, huh?”

“School! Like you learn anything of importance there. You just did well because you can lower yourself to follow those who say they are Master.”

“Psh. You’re just sore. Hang on, wait! Target sighted. He’s leaving the Area.”

“Good observation! You deserve a medal! Hey guys, Agent 9663 is actually capable of noticing things! But you forget - I’m the one with the camera. I saw it too.”

“You’re so…  not fun to work with.”

“Oh, forgive me for not goofing off all the time. Someone has to get work done around here.”

“Whatever you say, boss. Anyway. I’m going in now. You cover me?”

“Yes, yes. Go in and finish this quickly. I need to take a nap soon.”

“Geez. You yell at me for getting distracted all the time and not doing work, but you take your silly naps every two hours. What’s up with that?”

“I devote more energy to my intellectual studies. I need the rest. You, on the other hand – no! No! The other door! How many times do you have to get it wrong?!”

“I’m getting there! I need to open this one first to be able to get to the goods. How many times do I have to explain that to you?”

“Whatever. Hurry up and get out of there. Target is heading back towards the Area.”

“Got it! Okay, I’m coming out now. I’m going to run.”

“9663? I can’t see you anymore. Where are you?!”

“BOO!”

“Ahhh!”

“Ahahahaha I get you every time!”

“You really annoy me, 9663.”

“I know! And I love every moment of it. But here. I snagged something for you too.”

“Ooh! Tuna! Thanks!”

“Anytime. Well, enjoy your tuna. I’m going upstairs to eat my chicken wings if you need me.”

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MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. 

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inspired by these two pictures:
agent6369

agent 9663

:P

Jonathan Harker's Missing Journal

So I was walking home from school today when I found these pages lying on the ground, and decided to read them. I wonder where the poor guy was escaping from... 

30 June, evening. – After writing my last journal, I crawled out the window into Dracula’s bedroom for a third time. On this expedition, however, I brought a small coin bag that I filled with various currencies from the dusty heap in the corner of the room. Thus equipped with money, I set out through the window once more. I had but a few necessary possessions: the bag of money, attached to my belt; this journal, safely hidden in a pocket; and the crucifix the dear lady from the hotel had given me. Although I could not explain why, its presence seemed to calm me and bring about a slight elevation of confidence.  I climbed along the castle wall horizontally, finding that I could find small hand holds and footholds indented into the decaying wall. I climbed in this manner for quite a while, making very slow progress. It was difficult and very frightening to be climbing in such a precarious fashion; I felt as though the wind could have loosened my grip, leaving me to fall to my death. Not once did I allow myself to look below towards the ground. Presently I came to a part of the castle with which I was unfamiliar. This part of the castle seemed to be in ruins, for there were large boulders laying this way and that, with a slight indication that they had once been attached. How fortunate! I grew excited at this discovery, for I found that I could crawl prostrate along the boulders, and go much faster than before.

As I was crawling along happily, descending at a very good pace, I suddenly heard a terrible scream. I froze in my tracks. Had the Count woken, and discovered my attempt to escape?! I stayed frozen for what seemed like an eternity, so frightened out of my wits that I barely dared to breathe. Eventually, I gained the courage to lift my head above the rocks I had been hiding behind. I didn’t see or hear any other living souls around me. Perhaps I had imagined the scream, or perhaps it had been a particularly loud screech of the wind. I continued on my way. Finally, I became very near the ground. I nearly shouted with joy in my first glimpse of the earth; I was nearly free! I hurried my pace and was ready to make a short jump to the ground when I heard another scream. This time, though, I was very much aware of the source. A young woman, a Slovak by the looks of her clothes, was backing up slowly with a terrified look on her face. A wolf with yellow eyes was creeping up on her with a look of hunger. Making use of the stones around me, I took a particularly sharp-edged one and threw it with all my might at the wolf. The stone struck the wolf square on the back, and caused it to nearly fall over before scampering away, whimpering. I jumped down from the last ledge of the castle ruins and made my way towards the young woman. She seemed a little startled, but her look of confusion quickly turned to gratitude when she realized I had saved her. She took my hands in hers and spoke words I didn’t understand. She seemed to be wondering how to thank me, so I asked, in hesitant German, if she knew of a carriage I could take back to the village. Fortunately, she appeared to understand my intention. She gestured towards a point in the distance, and I noticed the stage coach that didn’t seem too far away. I thanked her, and went along my way. Now I am in this carriage heading back to the village, writing this journal. I am still very nervous that the Count will become aware of my escape; every sudden noise, every sharp jolt of the carriage, makes me flinch and set my heart beating faster. I am afraid to sleep, for fear this is all a dream. Yet I am so awfully drowsy. Perhaps I shall allow myself to rest a while…

-- Jonathan Harker

Le Rêve

Il vient doucement, lentement, sans bruit

On ne sait pas avec quoi il est construit

Il commence par un sentiment susurrant

Si calme qu’on ne voit pas qu’il est présent

Il grandit à une plus grande idée

On peut lui penser pendant la journée

Il est les meilleures choses qu’on espérer

Mais aussi ce qu’on craint de penser

Pendant le sommeil, il est tellement clair

Mais quand on réveille, il disparaît dans l’aire

Qu’est-ce qu’il est vrai, et qu’est-ce qu’il est faux ?

La réalité est floue comme on le voit par l’eau

On peut le chercher et on peut le suivre

On peut le trouver et on peut le vivre

Mais puis, quand on se lève

Ce n’était qu’un rêve