I must have gone over my travel bag 12 different times that night. I paced back and forth throughout my room, walking in and out of the common area, going through every pocket of my backpack. The thoughts running through my system wouldn`t stop skipping around within my head. They played the what if game, making me second guess every single decision I had made up to that point.

　　I don`t even know why I tried to fall asleep, my body merely laid in bed and constantly tossed and turned. I turned the ceiling fan off for a while, then back on. Then there was the hour or so I tried listening to brown noise, no effect. Then the old tried and true method of even a good old wank, but, no luck there either.

　　I was confident at this point that nothing was going to work. It was 0300 when I swung my legs out and off the bed and started to get ready for a jog. I didn`t expect anyone else to be there this early and walked in with a happy smirk to see what all people hope for, an empty gym. Though I loved lifting repetitions of sacrificial praise to the iron gods of weightlifting, I felt I just needed to run off the jitter bugs of a first op nerves.

　　I walked past the weight machines, free weights and different benches and items for HIIT workouts and arrived at the cardio section. Every piece of equipment was top of the line and in perfect operating condition. I clicked the machine on, started out in a slow walk to let my legs warm up with some blood flow.

　　As I walked on the treadmill, I started to mess with my Neurochip. I had seen a small title on the screen while Brian`s training video was playing that caught my attention,  Music Sync`. I decided to not watch the video, but more do my own exploration of the chip in real time. My mind thought about the desire to play a specific song. To which the Neurochip responded with a prompt box.

　　I chose, yes, at first. But then told my Neurochip to stop playing. I then realized to not ask my head a question, but rather give it a command. Neurochip, play "Run" By Nomy. The chip responded without a prompt or pause and the song instantly began to play within my head.

　　This is pretty cool, I thought to myself. I knew I was really going to love this feature, as I realized I could control the volume within my head, and it still allowed me to hear what was going on around me. The same way bone conduction headphones worked, only this system was way better than that. The music was crystal clear and did not contain the slight muffled distortion that bone conduction usually gave.

　　The opening of the song began, and my body was now warmed up and ready to move. Precisely on the 1-minute mark, the chorus started with the most important line of the entire song, "Run, motherfucker, run!" and just like that I kicked the treadmill up and into a light run pace and let my body settle into my stride.

　　I looked up and noticed on the adjacent wall from the treadmill was mounted a large wall mirror. My reflection on full display as my body bobbed up and down within my stride. I made eye contact with myself, quietly muttering out short statements ranging from, "You going to fucking do this, or you going to bitch out?" all the way to, "You better fucking crush this shit like the bad ass you are!"

　　I finally started to let the treadmill cool me down after the 42 minutes I spent on its conveyor belt, the sweat pouring down my face and arms. Kayne West gave me more charged energy, as "Power" played in my head. A smirk of destructive intent came over my face and I was ready to fucking get back on the horse. I finished the training session with another 37 minutes towards a solid pump which left me with a nice swole and tight sensation.

　　As I arrived back in my room, I looked over to see my bag in its ready` position I had left it in. I had ensured it was packed and sitting perfectly upright next to my door. Ready to be grabbed in an instant as you rushed out the door to respond to whatever situation was occurring. Inside the bag was the company delivery polo shirt that Brian had given me, along with the security key needed to unlock the delivery drop box at the location.

　　I still had to grab the documents from Brian, which was going to be my final check in before I set out on the operation. The only thing& this didn`t really seem like an operation. It really felt like a waste of time, but I was just happy to be out and doing something other than sitting around the Scalpel facility.

　　I threw on a pair of blue jeans which had a rough and worn appearance to them. Dirt stains and some discoloration of dark blotches which appeared to be from motor oil. I kept my running shoes on as my footwear of preference. A men`s black athletic shirt over top with my Dragonskin armor underneath.

　　I cracked the window to my room open to let in some fresh air and help vent out the steam from my shower. The crisp morning air rushed in and across my face, the slight surprising shiver gave me enough reason to throw something on top. I opened the closet to find a dark grey charcoal zip up hooded sweatshirt. As I took hold of the hoodie, I could feel there was something different about it, something had been added.

　　The appearance was that of a traditional polyester shell which gave it that slight shine to its appearance. I unzipped the hoodie halfway and looked inside to see a cotton fleece blend, my fingers grabbed hold of both sides of the hoodie and rubbed. I could feel whatever had been added was in-between the layers. I threw the jacket on and loved how it was perfectly designed to wrap around my body but wasn`t uncomfortable or even overly snug.

　　Once it was on though, I noticed the greater surprise was seeing my health display showcase an additional layer over my dragonskin and health icon. I threw the hoodie up over my head and saw the health icon change. I could feel the small difference in the weight fold downwards upon my head, but it wasn`t uncomfortable at all. I put two and two together and believed I was feeling an additional layer of dragonskin within the fabric and liked the idea of having this as an additional layer of protection.

　　I checked myself over in the mirror a few times and with a slight two-day growth of scruff on my face, I felt I could pass for a semi-truck driver or some kind of roadside worker. An Oregon Ducks ballcap to finish off my look. The song "Rise" performed by State of Mind was playing in my mind, the slow building melody fit within the current moment as I walked out the door.

　　A quick stop by the cafeteria that morning to grab a bagel and some hard boiled eggs to start my departure from HQ. I had just taken a large bite of the freshly baked pastry and began to make my way down the hallway. I quickly found Brian who appeared to have been waiting for me. "Dude, this sweatshirt& fucking love it!" I said once arrived next to him.

　　Brian smiled and tilted his head slightly and he turned a little towards me, "Yeah& I`m really happy with the design the tailors and I came up with for those. You`ve probably noticed the dragonskin armor placed between the layers for the extra boost in protection?" I nodded along as I took another bite while Brian continued. "Yeah, that has been probably the most worn item we have in the inventory. I see you also discovered the clothing order option inside your room for when you`re here at the office?"

　　"Oh yeah, that is pretty slick how I can just punch in items, shoot it to the system and arrive to the room with some fresh threads waiting for me."

　　"You can also do it through your Neurochip. So, if you`re coming back from a mission and going to be coming in late, you can shoot it to the system and have it waiting for you in the morning."

　　"That is sick." I said with a muffled voice as the bagel munching was still going on.

　　Brian was maintaining his smile, "Yeah& that was a feature one of our originating agents, Jez Cajiao recommended we implement. But& you need to remember, to mix up your attire." Brian lifted his hand up towards me as an emphasis on his warning, "I know you love your Oregon Ducks B2, but& you can`t wear another Oregon Duck item. Once you get to the airport, you`ll be on camera and though the analysts can scrub video and erase, items from the internet, we can`t dedicate those types of manhours and resources every time. So, you have to actually maintain old school tactics and mix it up. Got it?"

　　I rolled my eyes as I chomped down on another bite of the bagel, "Sure thing."

　　Brian didn`t seem all too sure as he asked again, "Got it?"

　　"Whatever you say boss."

　　I could see Brian shaking his head slightly in disbelief as he entered his office and on the first table inside the main door sat a metallic looking container. I removed my backpack and plopped it on the table next to the container. I placed my breakfast down as well and picked up the package to be surprised at how dense it was. "Holy shit& this thing is a fucking tank."

　　"It`s a combination of titanium, graphene and fiber mesh. There is a good chance your body armor of the future will be a mixture of this material as its potential looks to be unlimited in nature. This container is literally 200x times stronger than steel."

　　"Holy shit!" I turned the container with a full pan and tilt, taking notice of how its` design appeared to originate from a combination of a manilla folder and a laptop exterior hard drive enclosure casing. The bottom edge seemed to have some electrical components, digital display, and a locking latch which was where the access point was on it.

　　Brian was watching me intently, "Don`t even try to open it B2& You won`t succeed, I guarantee that."

　　"Well& what`s inside?"

　　"Classified, highly classified."

　　"So? Tell me anyways."

　　He shook his head as I knew he amplified his Irish accent as he followed up with, "Fucking American`s." He reached into his pocket, retrieving his vape pen he took a drag and followed up with, "Can you video call Terra through your chip?"

　　"Uhh, yeah, remember she and I chatted on day one when I woke up?"

　　"Not like that you fucking twat! Call her now so we can talk to her."

　　I smiled a grin as I reveled in Brian`s irritation from my sarcasm. I mentally clicked the menu option and saw the video icon appear in the top right corner of my vision as I clicked on it and noticed she was the top name listed. I was thankful the screen didn`t cover all of my view but was a drop-down box with a slight fading transparent gradient border.

　　She was smiling when she answered the phone, "B2! Hey buddy, how are you?"

　　I smiled and that cued Brian off that she had answered, and he cut in front of me, "Terra it`s Brian."

　　"He knows I can see him through your eyes, right?" Terra said in a confused look as she looked directly towards the camera.

　　I snorted and narrowed my gaze directly at Brian. "She said, No shit moron.`"

　　"That is not what I said B2!" Terra scolded me as she pointed a parental disciplinary finger at the computer camera.

　　Brian shook his head, "No she didn`t." Taking another drag from the pen he continued, "Terra, B2 has the package and I`m gonna warm hand him off to you from here. Seeing as you normally would oversee things out in the field. Can you please feed him the info as it appears for a mission and take it from here."

　　"Of course! Not a problem, I can guide puppy dog through the ways of ops." Terra replied internally to me.

　　I lifted the plastic container of hard-boiled eggs slightly up, "She said, go fuck yourself, but also wanted to know how it is possible you were able to lay these eggs and get them so perfectly cooked for breakfast this morning."

　　Terra was now also shaking her head but also laughing as Brian rolled his eyes, turned around and started to depart into the greater depths of his office. "Good luck B2."

　　I put the metal container inside my backpack and then stopped and called out, "Wait! How am I supposed to get through security and not get checked for the contents?"

　　Brian stopped and turned, "You don`t need to worry about that, I already have that handled, however, be sure to stop by the armory and get your pistol and whatever else you want to take with you. Additionally, you will find your US Air Marshall credentials within your personal drawer inside your assigned locker area. They will clear any and all systems should anyone try to question it and validate. Furthermore, you`ll have Terra in your eye, ear, and head the entire time if there are any glitches in that process and she can coordinate with the rest of S.A.I.C."

　　"S.A.I.C.?" I muttered.

　　Terra answered before Brian could as my attention directed to Terra in my vision, "Scalpel Agent Infusion Center. It`s where I physically am and I have the team of other analysts and computer nerds which do all the cyber techy stuff in dark rooms with colored LED lights and monster plush toys scattered around their desks."

　　"Got it." I replied.

　　I made my way to the basement and retrieved my pistol and took three additional magazines with me. All of which were affixed through a concealed carry system which tucked on the inside of my pants waistline. I had felt that my jeans were a little different when I put them on that morning. As I started to conceal my items, it was then I discovered the material was a stretch synthetic blend with the denim. They were amazing and fucking made everything so much more comfortable than a traditional pair. I chose to go with two full FMJ magazines and two Hollow Point magazines for this mission.

　　Though this was a simple 48 hour vacation and escort of some dead trees, I always boiled the thought down to, I`d rather have a condom and not need it, than need a condom and not have it. The same philosophy worked with guns. I tucked the Air Marshall badge on my black nylon belt and started to head for the exit where Terra had informed me one of the agencies ride was waiting for me.

　　I walked into the garage and took notice of the high end luxury SUV I would be escorted in. "Damn son!" I proclaimed. Terra was still in my head, but I had also discovered how I could minimize the screen and only showed the green video icon, which was to remind me that there was an actively on going feed.

　　"Right? The exec board went all out on getting these things. Oh, and you`ll be in the back." She said.

　　//ACCESS GRANTED\\

　　The Access Granted notification appeared in my HUD when my hand reached out and grabbed hold of the SUV`s handle. I heard the audible unlock of the doors and I opened it to see that it was certainly a custom overhaul that Scalpel had down with the interior. There were weapon mounts and molly webbing on the ceiling, backs of the seats and sides of the doors to allow for agents to affix practically any item or container system they wanted to for operations. I was distracted at first as I noticed a figure in the front seat and as I looked in the rear-view mirror saw sun glasses and red lipstick.

　　I was just about to introduce myself when Terra interrupted me, "That`s a Hollywood movie mannequin." She paused for a moment as I heard mechanical keyboard strikes hit in the background as she then continued, "And though you may think it`s a good idea to& explore the mannequin& can you please NOT send the video feed to Brian and I, cause that whole thing last time was quiet disturbing."

　　"So, it is possible then huh?" I said with a slight rise of excitement in my voice, only to be quickly chastised by Terra.

　　"Oh, sweet Jesus B2, No! Damn it, I`ve given you ideas after telling you what old B2 did."

　　I chuckle, "Good to know there is a backup option should I strike out."

　　"Oh my god B2! Like seriously, just stroke it out like TJ does at 4:15 or something."

　　I smiled with a chuckle, "No worries, you got the mission brief for me?"

　　"You should see it any second." Terra said as the mail icon appeared next to the menu option.

　　{M} | [:::]

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　　OBJECTIVE: CONFIDENTIAL DELIVERY

　　LOCATION : 35.438050, -97.412398

　　ADDRESS: Tinker United Credit Union, 6501 Tinker Diagonal, Midwest City, OK 73110

　　ACCESS: 24 HRS

　　NOTE : DELIVERY BOX #11

　　REQUEST : SECURE DELIVERY

　　CLIENT : CLASSIFIED

　　TIMEFRAME : 14 HRS

　　REASON : CLASSIFIED

　　COMPENSATION : STANDARD COORDINATION RATE

　　INTEL : NO IDENTIFIED THREATS

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　　TRAVEL ARRANGEMENTS

　　PDX to DEN

　　FLIGHT : EXPLORATION 1421

　　BOARD : 0740

　　DEPARTURE : 0824Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author`s consent. Report any sightings.

　　GATE : C6

　　SEAT 27C

　　(LAYOVER DEN)

　　DEN to OKC

　　FLIGHT : DISCOVERY 473

　　BOARD : 1250

　　DEPARTURE : 1332

　　GATE : B2

　　SEAT 26B

　　ARRIVAL : 1615

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　　TRANSPORTATION:

　　RENTAL : WAVEZ

　　VEHICLE : BITCH ASS MINIVAN

　　PLATE : NY66687

　　COLOR : DARK RED

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　　LODGING : ROYAL STONE SUITES, BY OKLAHOMA CITY WILL ROGERS AIRPORT

　　LOCATION : 1815 S Meridian Ave, Oklahoma City, OK 73108

　　ROOM : 212

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　　"Got it! Thanks Terra."

　　"No worries big guy, good to have you back and& try not to fuck this one up, huh?"

　　"No promises." I smiled as I ended the call and then told the chip to start playing an oldy but a good one. "A.M." by Pax217

　　If there was ever a doubt if a god existed it was proven on those two flights, as it took an act of all the deities combined to not grab the pubescent child sitting next to me and spartan kick them off the plane at 30,000 ft. To my amazement, however, there was this nifty feature I discovered within the misery of the situation. I was starting to greatly enjoy the neurochips ability to interact with me with questionnaire prompts as I thought through certain things. Such as when I thought, fuck me what I wouldn`t give to just sleep through this bullshit! As soon as the question appeared in my vision, I asked within my thoughts, hibernation mode description. To which the following description appeared for me.

　　I then asked my brain if there was a way for me to set a timer for the hibernation, to which a message confirmed the ability to do so. I quickly calculated the time remaining in the flight and set the request. As soon as the chip came back asking me to confirm my entry I practically screamed " Yes!" internally. I couldn`t tell my chip, yes fast enough, but as soon as I did, I was out like a light. The next thing was me waking up just as we hit the gate terminal and the door opened. This is the coolest feature ever!

　　I practically screamed in joy within my head as I then glared over at my flight`s nemesis with a smile, knowing full well I didn`t have to suffer through the torture the devil had planned for me on that flight. As people started to depart the plane I then reflected on how much of a danger and risk it was for me to utilize that feature. Though the chip said it would scan for threats, I didn`t see how it could do that with my eyes closed, and& that in no way, shape, or form meant that it could protect my missions document package. I grabbed my backpack and brought it up into my lap as I still waited for the slow movers to depart the plane and unzipped the main compartment just enough for me to reach my hand in and feel the container still inside. Good& all as should be. I told myself.

　　My next flight was waiting for me when I got to the gate, and I made my way to my seat. I didn`t even wait to take off before I hit hibernation mode. This time though I made sure to keep my backpack up in my lap and wrapped my arms around it in a bear hug. I was instantly tuned out from the world and in the black abyss of hibernation mode.

　　The alarming wakeup call, however, was an ear shattering alarm which scorched through my ears as if a flashbang had just gone off right next to me. The blaring noise instantly brought me back as I opened my eyes and startled everyone around me as I screamed out, reaching up and grabbing my head as it felt someone was actively driving a stake directly into it.

　　I could see the shocked and terrified faces around me as I started to come back into the land of the living and noticed the flight attendant leaning over. She had this appearance that she had rustled me awake but was now reared back in defense and fright as I had startled her just as much as the passengers nearby. I forced my eyes to widen and take in the scene as I opened my mouth in a taught stretch. My hands reaching up and clawing my face as the pain and deafening sensation began to fade out.

　　As everything started to return to normal, I shook my head quickly to rattle my senses back to the moment. I then gazed directly into the flight attendant`s eyes. There was a look of fear, but not only from whatever was going on, but also appeared to be from what she had experienced in my response.

　　I let out a long breath and held my hand out to try and reassure everyone, "Sorry, everybody&" as I started to explain my reaction, I could hear a loud commotion coming from the front of the plane. I continued though, "I was in a deep nightmare and wasn`t expecting to be awaken so suddenly. I`m sorry."

　　I had barely any time to let out my apology before the flight attendant replied, "We have a situation with a passenger and the pilot is requesting your assistance in detaining the individual."

　　I could feel the distortion come across my face as I looked back at her, "Why the&" Thankfully I was able to stop myself from blowing my cover as I shifted my weight just enough to feel the US Air Marshall badge wedge itself a little more into my waist. Fuck& Scalpel must have actually registered me in the system as an Air Marshall and now they expect me to actually do the job& shit& I was then able to slightly recover, "Why the commotion? Do we know what caused them to&"

　　"No idea! We tried to serve a second round of beverages and she started to freak out and said that we weren`t properly attending to her needs! She started throwing snack items and anything she could get her hands on. She just started to slap us and wave her arms about as she is now in the center aisle!"

　　Fuck my life& "Alright&" I started to get up from my seat and as I did, I handed my backpack to the flight attendant. I didn`t want to leave it unattended, but it didn`t feel right throwing a backpack over my shoulder. I had to head towards the overzealous demands of a Karen, launching her tirade upon people a mile above planet earth. Last thing I needed was my bag getting in the way. "Nobody touches my bag but you, and no matter what& and I mean it& No matter what& do not lose this!" The flight attendant visually took note of my seriousness as I watched her swallow deeply and clutched onto my bag as if it was the last surviving white horned rhinoceros baby in the world.

　　I turned to see this thin and slender woman towards the front of the plane and as I made my first step I rubbed my hands together directly in front of my face, Okay Trevor& no need to get overtly aggressive with the wine glass, just handle the delicate flower with grace and kill her with politeness and everything will be alright. I had closed the gap to the woman by about twenty feet as she had reared her demonically possessed body around and glared at me with the evil gaze of 10,000 demonic Karen`s all at once. A rage within her eyes as I could see the blood veins pulsating to life as the anger surged through her body language.

　　She had turned full circle now and faced me with her branded soft cotton sweatpants and sweatshirt, a white shirt underneath and what I could just barely make out was a dark colored bra underneath as her sweatshirt was half zipped down. Her chest pressed nicely against the fabric and stretched it out perfectly. She had blonde hair with a bright shine to it, as it was pulled back in a ponytail. Once I got past the blazing hell fire color within her eyes, I could just see a small among of her dark brown iris`s. her pupils were far more dilated then what I would expect from a normal, sane person. "Hey miss, if you-"

　　" It`s Mrs. Franklin to you pervert!" She roared back at me.

　　Oh, for Christ sake, "My mistake Mrs. Franklin, I apologize." I let out a quick sigh, trying to keep my composure as well as my cover. "I am US Air Marshall&" Ohh shit& did they use my real name or give me a fake cover name? FUCK!"

　　Ultimate Fighting Bitch "Karen" Franklin took notice of my hesitation and pounced on the opportunity. "Are you sure about that? You certainly don`t seem to know for certain if you are!"

　　A put a fake cheesy smile on to try and act proper once again, but I could feel the internal fuse of my patience burning down to practically nothing. "As I was saying Mrs. Franklin, I am a US Air Marshall and have been asked to assist you in returning back to your seat and am politely asking you to compose-" that was all I could get out, for I had half turned around and used my body language to point back towards the general direction of where I had assumed her seat was. She and I were practically standing halfway inside the flight attendants preparation area and the front cabin door.

　　I had started to turn back around and face her when I felt the blow land directly on the right side of my cheek, crashing into my jaw, forcing my face to turn towards my left side. I then felt the sharp piercing cuts tear across my cheek. Her sharp manicured nails dug deep across my skin. Her heavy weight boxing champion level slap took me by surprise, and I reached up and grabbed hold of my face. I could feel that initial bleeding sensation start to seep out of the gashes she had caused.

　　I stepped back slightly and leaned from side to side as I brought my hands up in front of me, "Look Rhonda Rousey! I don`t want there to be any trouble, and I am simply going to tell you now to-" my final request was cut off as she faked another slap. My right leg took a slight step more to the right to brace myself, and my arm flinched upwards to block the slap. She then, in perfect timed succession, brought her right leg up and kicked a world championship soccer goal on the more important package off this mission& my tiny, yet glorious balls.

　　Dark spots filled my vision past my neurochip display as my adrenaline wasn`t high enough to block the pain sensation that was now soaring through my body faster than a rocket ship. Mrs. Franklin then followed up the devastating blow with another hay maker of a hook slap which then ripped across the other side of my face. What made it even worse was the resounding mumbling of the passengers. An intermixed reaction mixed between shocked horror towards the unfolding scene, but also some additional profanity from others.

　　My head tilted as Mrs. Franklin turned around and sprinted towards the cockpit door and threw her shoulder into it as hard as she could. She started on another round of soccer kicks and a couple of fist pounds against the hardened surface. My mind blocked out the thumps from her fists pummeling the door, because all I heard was the distinct sound of a boxing bell chime to life.

　　I stood back up to my feet, brought my hands together and cracked my knuckles as I gritted my teeth in delight. Neurochip& play "Song 2" by Blur& on repeat& by the 14 second mark& I had my right hand on that fucking ponytail of hers and sent her flying past me and back into the main cabin area.

　　She stumbled backwards and reached her wolf claws out, grabbing hold of mostly the seats as the passengers leaned further inward to not be caught. She regained her footing and started coming back towards me as I outstretched my hands, but in an instant she had secured a passengers coffee in her clutches and launched the hot bean juice through the air.

　　I brought my hands up and over my face as quickly as I could. I covered my face to protect my eyes as the liquid burned my skin. It was within the moment of opportunity that Mrs. Franklin landed another massive swift kick to my manhood. I dropped down to my knees from the pain of the impact. As I did I felt another two slaps come across my head in rapid succession.

　　I could sense her presence next to me and was able to just crack my eye open enough to see her sporty gym shoes planted in front of my position. I reached out and grabbed hold of the back heal portion of her shoe and stood up as quickly as I could, arching her leg up in the air. The motion brought her off balance as I then firmly stepped in between her legs which were now separated and lowered my shoulder. I executed a textbook hockey check into her chest and watched her shoulders crumple forward as I sent her body backwards in a heaping mass. She collapsed onto the floor of the center aisle, but to my ever-loving delight, psycho bitch wouldn`t stay down.

　　She jumped back up as if it was just another day at fitness class and came charging towards me. As she closed the distance, she twisted with the speed of a bible belt tornado. She brought her right elbow around with perfect momentum and just barely grazed my nose as I instantly felt blood begin to pour out. A portion spraying all over a pour passenger directly to my left. I slightly leaned over and let out a painful exhale as I called out loud, "Bitch!"

　　The man in a flannel shirt which was originally shadow grey was not peppered with red blood splotches as I reared my head back. His high-pitched voice caught me off guard as his long red beard left him with a more burly appearance. That was until a quick glance of his trucker hat gave it away as it read, I <3 Portland! & "Fucking hippie!"

　　The man reared his hand back over his chest, "This is a supreme shirt you just ruined!"

　　"Whatever, fuck stick, chill out!"

　　"How I wish!" He snapped his fingers and reared his head back with a disgusted expression.

　　The whole time Mr. Hipster tried to have a conversation with me, Karen was trying to throw some slaps and kicks with surprising efficiency. Thankfully, I was able to block them. I was able to catch one of her final slap attempts in a reverse monkey grip. I started to rotate my arm counterclockwise, which forced Karen to turn around in order to keep her shoulder socket from contorting in pain. I leaned back just enough for me to bring my left leg up. In a quick snap I brought my 8.5 4E wide sized running shoe into her hip and sent her crashing back roughly three rows of seats. A side commentator of an 11-year-old kid with glasses and a cell phone filming it all cried out, "Fuck her up!"

　　"Johnny!" A quick correction from his mom immediately followed.

　　I chuckled at the connection between little johnny jokes, as I turned my attention back to Mrs. Franklin. Super Bitch started to slowly regain her composure, I glanced over at the kid, "Thanks kid." But of course, I instantly regretted my decision to turn my attention away. The corner of my vision caught the hasty movement of a large burlap book bag hurling towards my face. The aggressive blow to my face sent a new spewing of blood off to my right side, an additional memento now splattered upon more passengers to commemorate the occasion.

　　The dark spots reappearing in my vision again as I shook my head and heard a southern female voice cry out, "Bitch those are mine!" Thankfully that was the distraction I needed as thunder cunt turned around and was about to start whaling the bag and its` contents onto the passenger. I reached out and grabbed the bitch`s ponytail again, pulling her backwards. I then performed a curb stomp down upon the back of her knee, crumpling her down onto the aisles floor as I stood directly over her. Her head and back slightly tilted back as I saw the demonic eyes glaring back and upward at me. Hell`s fury and rage blazing within them.

　　I smiled widely, showcasing my blood-soaked pearly whites for her, as the last thing she saw was my right elbow coming down. Not once, not twice, but three Oden infused times onto into her forehead. Her skin tore open like the parting of the red sea from biblical times as blood gushed out and ran down her face like a tsunami wave.

　　By the time we finally landed her forehead had a softball swollen mound upon it. And though I knew my face was looking bad, I couldn`t help but smile knowing how her face was going to look for that mug shot. She wouldn`t be able to post anything on her social media feed for days, and eventually, one of her snobby bitch friends would find it and revel in the delight of sharing it behind her back.

　　I grabbed the burlap bag that had practically knocked me out. The thing weighed a ton and upon delivering it back to the passenger asked, "What the fuck is in here?"

　　The fair skinned woman had a few scattered freckles on her face. She looked to be in her early twenties, as she pushed the brown plastic framed glasses more securely onto her nose. Her hair was done up in a messy bun but seemed to fit her soft blue eyes. She quickly adjusted her soft grey shirt and multicolored dress as she welcomed the return of her bag. "Thank you for bringing my books back and not having them covered in blood." She said in her southern accent and then smiled.

　　I rubbed my jaw and then grabbed a small cloth towel that the flight attendant had waiting for me. I placed it partially over my face to try and prevent any more blood from running down it. My voice was muffled through the towel as I continued, "How many books do you even have in that thing?"

　　"It`s 12 books in one of my favorite series! Michael Chatfield`s The Ten Realms!" she said with a sparkle in her eyes.

　　"Well& I hope the action and intensity in the books is as good as our activities here today." I said.

　　She waved her hand with a small snort out of her nose as she contained her laughter, "Oh darling, the action in the books is way better than what you did."

　　I shook my head and then nodded, "Good to know."

　　I tied Mrs. Franklin up using the heavy duty 50-gallon clear trash bags that the airline normally used for& well trash collection. I certainly thought it was fitting when I would get to watch the local law enforcement faces contort in surprise as I handed over the special piece of trash once we landed. I didn`t do anything to cover the gaping forehead wound either. I happily let the warm blood begin to cool and harden all over her face and clothes, enjoying the sick pleasure as she began to squirm as portions started to dry, itch and crack on her skin.

　　We only had another thirty or so minutes in the flight duration until we landed. I had secured the hormonal badger into her seat and buckled her in. I was ready that time though as she tried to lash out, but a quick and mighty finger flick to the softball mountain on her head quickly reminded her of her current situation. The local boys in blue were all about getting a statement from me, and as soon as I said, "Sure thing& just let me go get checked by the medics real quick and I`ll be right back." I snuck my way out of the area to never return and left them to fill in the blank spots on their paperwork as to who exactly the ghost Air Marshal was.

　　I called Terra and gave her the heads up in case she needed to scrub any FAA flight records or DHS files from the TSA process. She of course wanted to know what exactly had happened. I finally admitted the full story to her, only to hear her uncontrollable laughter continue until she was able to contain herself enough to inform me.

　　"Holy shit! You got beat by a chick again?"

　　"Wait, what? What do you mean again?" I asked.

　　"You got your ass handed to you on one of your first missions as an agent. I forget where you were, but some bad ass Russian chick beat the shit out of you. And now you had it happen again? God damn B2! No means no."

　　Fuck my ever living life& Of course I didn`t think about it when Terra asked me to go to a bathroom mirror and video chat her so she could see the damage. I only realized it once it was too late. She had taken a screenshot of the damage and sent it around the office and other agents. I had started to get messages popping up in my view from people I didn`t even know mocking me over the entire ordeal.

　　The wonderful cherry on top of this cluster fucking Sunday was when, in almost too good of perfect timing, the cloaked achievements appeared.

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE - LEVEL 2<<

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SOVEREIGN CITIZEN - LEVEL 2<<

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: BEATEN BY BOOKS - LEVEL 2<<

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: AT LEAST YOU TRIED - LEVEL 2<<

　　I seriously now wanted to discuss the titles and meaning behind these cloaked achievements with Brian when I returned. Though I knew they were something that could help me once I achieved the next level in my progression and unlocked those enhancements. It certainly was not helping me within this moment and all the attention it was causing was an irritant. Neurochip, silence all notifications for the next 12 hrs. I thought and sure enough, the messages stopped.

　　As I finally arrived at my rental car I mentally spoke out, closest drug store. The map in the bottom left corner of my visual display started the GPS mapping to take me directly to a drug store right down the street. It was super close to the airport as well, which made it even better. Thank god. It didn`t take me long to grab the few things I needed to get patched up. I adjusted the sun visor mirror and checked over the damage done to my face. I`ve had worse. I thought to myself.

　　I quickly changed into the delivery driver polo shirt and threw the minivan into reverse. As I started to back out of the parking spot and head towards the delivery location, I mentally told my Neurochip. Play "" by Motionless In White. The start to my epic soundtrack for this operation, as I drove the remainder of the way to the delivery drop point.

　　The van slowly crept past the location three different times. Each time I approached it from different angles and waited at different intervals of time before I did another pass. I wanted to throw off any potential low-level thugs who may possibly be aware of the operation and were waiting to try and intercept my delivery. To my surprise though, nothing& it seemed way too easy as I didn`t spot anything out of the ordinary.

　　I finally parked the rental in a spot adjacent to the entrance, hopped out and headed inside. It wasn`t even a minute later that my job was done, and I jumped back in the car and began to drive away. That was way too easy! I commentated in my thoughts as it didn`t really seem like I did anything at all. Without further delay though&

　　|||MISSION ACCOMPLISHED^|||

　　"WAY TO GO SLUGGER!"

　　"Ohh& just you fucking wait till I get back to Scalpel Brian!"