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**ChaotikVisions** · January 15, 2003, 01:58

Good start, looks like things are heating up. I love history though, any chance for more information on the previous WW? Thats if this is based on a game, if not it doesn't matter, heh.

**ChrisiusMaximus** · January 15, 2003, 04:17

Nice start now on with the story.

**faded glory** · January 15, 2003, 11:55

good story

**faded glory** · January 15, 2003, 11:56

cross post actually

**vovan** · January 15, 2003, 13:21

How come your "double posts" come a minute apart, fd? Are you sure you are not just trying for another +1 in a forum that's rarely visited by the mods?

EDIT: Ooops, I'm too late. The guy's already been banned. Just an hour ago, too.

**vovan** · January 15, 2003, 20:22

Hehe, I finally have had time to go through the actual story.

Very promising beginning, Civ3King.

**Civ3King** · January 18, 2003, 01:08

Nope, its not based on a game. Don't worry, the previouse war will have little if anything to do with this story. It was more of a brief summary of the current situation.

The American agent, known only as "Sly", watched from the immense crowd of Azectian citzens that had gathered around the court of Teayo. He lowered his black tented shades and looked down at his golden pocket watch. He smiled to himself as the watch slowly counted down to 4:45 PM.

"Almost time.", he muttered lightly to himself as he turned around and slipped out the crowd.

He pushed up his shades as he walked away from the crowd into a coffee house which had no more then five or so customers. He sat down keeping his eyes on the courthouse balcony. He watched intently as Mayor Tueclo spoke to the crowd with his powerful voice. Telling the blind and easly persuaded citzens of how Montezuma would soon bring them the modern prosperity they deserved and hungered for. However, in a few mintues that would all change.

The waitress, wairing a rather skimpy skirt, slid over to the agents table and pulled out a notepad with a freshly sharpened pencil led.

"May I offer you something today sir? Remeber that we also have a coffee and bagel special where you get three free bagels with every cup of coffee.", she said with a smile which gusied the true hate she had for her job.

The agent paused for a moment, not fully understanding her heavy Aztecian accent. After about ten seconds he answered the waiting waitress in a choppy and broken Aztecian. "Umm, yes I'll just take that."

The waitress rolled her eyes and heded off to the kitchen in back of the coffee house.

"If they were going to send me to Aztecia, the least they could of done was to teach me the proper Aztecian language and accent", He thought as he looked down at his watch, which was now five seconds away from 4:45. Sly looked out the window of the coffee house onto the courthouse balcony where the mayor was finishing up his speach.

"5...4...3...2....", he counted down in his head until he finally hit one. In an instant the courthouse balcony bursted into a firey explosion sending chunks off brick, stone, and wood onto the gawking crowd below. The mayor was no where to be found in the thick, black smoke. Downtown went into full chaos as the people despretly scrammbled for they're lives. The panic was so intense that the fire trucks and police were not able to reach the flamming buidling. Sly clapped to himself in victory as he watched his operation go off without a hitch. Or so he thought.

The waitress came back with the tray holding his black coffee and bagels. She lowered the tray onto the table and carefully placed each item on the table before Sly. She looked around the coffee house noticing that all the customers had left.

"Where did everyone go?", She asked Sly, scratching her head puzzled.

"I think they left, because of that", Sly answered pointing out the window to the chaotic scene no more and a few yards away.

The women almost spilt the coffee cup onto the table as the full picture hit her. She staggered back and covered her mouth in disbelief. Sly just calmy picked up the coffee and sipped it quietly. He then took a bite of the bagel and held it up infront of the waitress.

"Not bad", he said to the troubled waitress.

The waitress looked at him as if he was insane and ran to the kitchen. Sly simply shrugged and continued enjoying the meal.
He unrolled a newspaper lying on the table adjacent from his own. He slowly read the first headline on the newspaper that read "Broken Trust?" wich refered to the American and Aztecian relationship. He would of read on , but something or somone caught the corner of his left eye. He slowly put the newspaper down, revealing two rather bulky Aztecian men dressed in grey suites, with matching tie and shoes. Sly raised his eyebrow and looked between the two men studying each one.

"May I help you two?", Sly asked, taking another sip of the bitter coffee.

The man on the right answered first, "Im going to need you to come with us, sir."

"Why?", Sly answered nervously and with even more choppy Aztecian accent.

"We have reason to believe you were involved in terroist attack that just occured."

"I assure you both that I know nothing about this attack. Infact I find it just as horrible and cowardly as you. Besides, what would an agent be doing in a coffee house, only yards away from his crime scene, right? Plus wouldn't I have some fancy codename or something?", Sly chuckled to himself as he looked at the men who were not sharring the same sense of humor as he.

"Of course he would, something like agent "Sly"?", the man on the right answered.

There was along pause and Sly reached for his coffee cup. He put it to his mouth and sipped it once more. He then set it on the table.

"I will ask you only once more, come with us."

"Alright let me just finish this last bit of coffee....", Sly picked up the half empty cup of still hot coffee and brung it to his mouth. Suddenly he he pushed the cup forward splashing the hot liquid onto the man on the right. The man screamed in pain as the hot coffee burned his face and eyes. Sly then quickly through a right hook to the man on the left. The man staggered sideways into a table as Sly's fist rammed his jaw. Sly quickly fled towards the back and into the kitchen doors. He entered the kitchen, quickly passing the waitress who was busy sulking by the stove, cooking "The chef's choice of the day". He stopped and turned around to face the waitress.

"Put it on my tab", he blurted out to the waitress who just stared at the "mad man".

Sly zig zagged through the kitchen until he finally spotted the back door that he wasn't sure was even there in the first place. He quickly turned the door handle and opened it quickly. The first thing that hit his eyes was the bright sunlight. The second thing that hit him was the left fist of the Aztecian man he had right hooked before. Sly's world instantly went dark as he collapsed to the ground. Sly would not be paying off his tab anytime soon.......

**ChrisiusMaximus** · January 18, 2003, 05:02

Poor old Sly

keep it coming King

**vovan** · January 18, 2003, 10:30

Originally posted by Civ3King
The American agent, known only as "Sly"...

Yay, another Sylvester Stallone movie.

Good stuff, Civ3King.

**DAEMON** · January 22, 2003, 06:28

On behalf of myself, and the ppl I represent... We demand more.....

**vovan** · January 24, 2003, 23:25

Don't think that Daemon here represents me, so, I'll say: I want more, too.

**Civ3King** · February 1, 2003, 01:34

Sorry guys, had to deal with an internet parasite/virus thing, but all is ok now.

Anyway, here is the next part.

Sly lifted his head throbbing head from the table with a quiet moan as he places his hands over his tired face. He wondered to himself where he was and what was going on as he slightly opened his eyes, which met the dark outline of his hands. Another sharp pain, this time from between his eyes, reminded Sly of his incounter with brute Aztecian men. He sighed to himself and rubbed his forehead gently with his right hand fingers.

"Great, just great Sly. Look what fine mess you've gottin yourself into this time.", he muttered angrily to himself as he sat.

He slowly lowered his right hand away from his forehead, expecting to see a dark and dank jail cell or something of that nature. Instead, Sly was met with a rather inviting and cousy room, filled with luxuries furniture, German imported if Sly wasn't mistaken. He then slowly looked to his right and caught a blazing fire place in the near corner of the room. Finally he looked left, where a door had been slightly cracked as if somone had previously entered the room before.

"If this is the "horrible" Aztecian prison chambers I've been told about, then I don't want to go back to the Washington.", he said with a laugh which showed no intimation of his true worries and fears. He looked away from the door for a few seconds until something or somone caught the corner of his eye. The door smoothly slid open, revealing a rather beautiful Aztecian women, about 5'10 in height, a wonderful figure, and face to match. Sly instantly broke his neck as the lovely lady, dressed in usual house maid attire walked past him without a word or glance. He watched her from the corner of his eye, trying not to look obviouse, but at the same time trying to sneak a peak at her, whenever possible.

Though Sly was in awe of her remarkable beauty, he found her quite odd. She didn't sweep or dust or do anything involved with cleaning like any normal maid. Instead, she walked about the room examining every window, corner, and crack laying along the walls, as if she was a repair "man" or some convict looking for a way out of there prison. Sly watched the women move from wall to wall, window to window, until she finally stopped and looked up at the ceilling. The women stood there for a second in deep thought before moving over to Sly's position at the table. Without warning, the women slid her left hand around the mouth of Sly and brought her mouth to his ears. Sly screamed, but his nose was only muffled by the womens palm.

"Shh, shh...Eye of the eagle.", she whispered calmy into Sly's ear.

Sly immediatly stopped screaming as he recognized the American Intellegnce secret phrase for identifying other agents. He then turned his head to meet eye to eye with the women, who had deep green eyes. As Sly calmed down, she moved her palm away from his mouth and rested it ont he tables edge.

"Who are you? Your an American Agent arn't you? Only American Agents know that phrase."

"Will you keep it down!?? Man, when they said I was rescuing a rooky I didn't think they were seriouse. My name is Joanna, but for now you will be calling me Ixta."

"Rooky? ROOKY?!! I'm not a rooky, Miss "Ixta" or whatever you call yourself."

"Oh, and I guess beeing uncovered ten mintues after your mission was complete and also being caught in a record of thirty seconds after your escape is just the usual work of a veteran, right?", Ixta said with a laugh as she rolledher eyes.

Sly was about to counter he comment until Ixta told him to hush for a second. She then dashed to the side of the room, pulling the confussed Sly with her. They waited quietly for a second as the sound of footsteps past the doorway and eventually left their ears. Ixta isghed with relief and grabbed a nearby chair. Sly watched even more confussed as she placed the chair in the center of the room and got ontop of it. She then slid part of the ceiling aside, making an escape for the the two spies. She then climbed up into the opening and signaled Sly to follow her. Sly reluctantly did as he was told and climbed his way from the chair into the air ducks.

Ixta slid the ceiling panel back in its former position and looked up at Sly. She then slipped off the maid uniform revealing her pure leather outfit with black boots to match. She moved maid uniform aside from her and reached into her black boots. Sly watched for a second as Ixta slowly removed a handgun from her boot. It was new and slicker model that Sly had never seen before until now.

"Here, this is yours. Your going to need it.", she said tossing the gun towards Sly.

Sly insinctivly caught the gun with his left hand and looked at it as if he had never layed eyes on a weapon before.

"Whats wrong? Never seen a gun before?", she said, noticing his wondering face.

"No, It's not that. I'm just wondering what I need this for? I mean, were just going to sneak out undetectied, right?"

Ixta laughed as he finished his sentence. "I hate to dissapoint you, but the goverment didn't just send me hear to save some rooky."

"What do you mean?", sly said, putting away his gun.

"What do I mean? Wow, you really are a rookie, arn't you?"

Ixta paused for a second and crawled ahead of Sly.

"I mean... were going to assassinate Montezuma."

**ChrisiusMaximus** · February 1, 2003, 05:34

excellent !!! Bravo well done well worth waiting for.

Few typos cause I bet you typed it fast as the inspiration came to you, but none the less excellent work.

**vovan** · February 2, 2003, 16:39

Very nice.

Keep going.

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