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Danny Diaz gets teleported from a life of crime and poverty to become the world's best secret agent.

Submitted: October 31, 2016

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Submitted: October 31, 2016




I was woken up to the sound of men’s voices echoing down through a hallway. I tried to open my eyes but it felt as if my eyelids were being pulled down like a shade on a window every time I lifted them.

“Where’s the new specimen?”

“Just down the hall. He hasn’t been responsive since the shift. Once he wakes up we’ll do some more tests, but I think this might be the one.”

What was going on? Where was I? I summoned the strength to keep my eyes open for more than just a couple of seconds. A wave of light stunned me the moment I opened my eyes. My eyes seemed to be almost beating along with my heart as they adjusted to the brightness of the room. I was unable to move my head, so when I was no longer in shock, I darted my eyes from side to side, inspecting where exactly I was confined. To the right of me there was a metal tray on a stand. On the tray were a number of metal instruments. In front of me was a mirror that took up most of the space on the wall. Presumably, people could look through it on the other end. To my left was a door with a small circular window. I figured it led to a hallway, but beyond that, all I knew was this room. All that was on my mind was I had to get out. The cops must have busted me after that heist. And to think I had it all figured out!

A man burst through the door, wearing a bright white lab coat, sneakers, rubber gloves and a mask that covered his nose and mouth.

“I see you’ve awoken, Mr…”

“Diaz. Danny Diaz.”

“Do you know where you are, Danny Diaz?”

“No, actually. I’ve got to-” I was interrupted.

“Do you know where you came from, Danny Diaz?”

“Well, yes but I’m not sure how I got here.”

As I was talking the man was scribbling on a piece of paper that was clipped to his wooden board.

“Tell me, Danny, what do you remember? I want to know everything. Once you do as I say, I’ll let you out of here,” the man said. Well, I could try to escape, but if I did, there’d probably be a lot more people coming for me. I could just resist, but that could lead to much worse things than being strapped down to this panel. So I figured I’d listen to what the man said.

“Well, I’d left the house this morning (or at least I THOUGHT it was this morning) after kissing my wife goodbye. She stays home so she can watch the kids during the day. I was on call and got hired for a big job.” I looked behind the man in the lab coat and noticed all of my belongings lying on a small table. My Walther PPK was on its side, next to all of my ammo. Next to that, my wallet, which only had a couple of receipts for gas in it, my car keys, and a crumpled up picture of my wife and kid lay in a pile. He must know what kind of job I was on considering he found my gun and probably caught me after the heist. “I was hired to go on this big heist. I told the wife I was done with crime, but we’ve been very low on money lately and I can’t let us lose another house. So, It’s only me and these two other guys. I was just told what they looked like and where to meet them. Anyways, long story short, I meet up with these two goons right behind the building of some company’s headquarters. We have to break in, steal whatever money is in there, kill the CEO, and get out of there without anyone notifying the cops. Well, I was the only one who made it out, zero dollars in my hand, and I heard the cop cars wailing towards my direction. I started running and that’s it. I can’t remember anything else.”

“I see. So where does your wife believe you to be at this moment?”

“I guess out, running errands or something. She’s got to be starting to worry by now!” I said. I had no clue how long I’d been gone, but it was probably longer than she thought I’d be.

“Well, Danny, I’m going to play you something that might help help you remember what happened. Just relax and think for me.”

Slowly, I closed my eyes, making sure the man wasn’t moving before shutting them completely. Suddenly, a sound pierced through my skull like a bullet. It bounced around in my head and echoed for an eternity. A high C Sharp stabbed its way through my ears, followed by B, F sharp, and a D, all played perfectly on a mysterious sounding saxophone. It sounded so familiar, but I had no clue what it was. Suddenly, there I was, running away from the building I had just robbed. I looked around to see nothing but an empty road leading into a desert. I ran forwards. There it was again, that riff. This time it was followed by more notes. I kept running. The sirens were getting closer and closer. I can’t get caught again, not after this. I’ll never see my boy again if the cops get me now. The sirens sounded louder and louder, it seemed almost futile to keep running. Suddenly, when the cops had me almost surrounded, I heard it one last time. That short, sweet saxophone solo. Then a flash of blue light appeared and engulfed everything around me. I stopped in my tracks and looked around. The saxophone was playing more forcefully than ever, drowning out the sound of the police sirens. Then, I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me from behind. I was being pulled through a beam of blue light, away from the cops, towards the sound of the saxophone.

“Let go!” I shouted. I punched and flailed but nothing I did could break the grip of whoever or whatever had a hold of me. I couldn’t be taken away from my family. Who would watch over them? Who would protect my boy and my wife?

Then, as quickly as I had fallen into that trance, I was back in the bright white room, staring into the pale blue eyes of the man in the lab coat.

“That was Careless Whisper by George Michael that was playing. Beautiful song, wouldn’t you say Danny? We play that during every shift. We find it makes everyone involved a lot calmer.”

“Why’d you bring me here?” I asked the man, interrupting his ramblings. “Bring me back to my home, to my family.”

“I could do that Danny, but I have a proposition for you. We’ve been keeping a very close eye on you for some time now. We’ve seen the way you sneak into places without even being detected. We’ve seen the way you evade the authority after taking out countless numbers of people.We’re not sure how you do it, but you’re the perfect criminal. And you’re doing all of these actions for a just cause: to support your family. You’re not like the others Danny. Not only can you commit these great acts of crime, but you stay noble and level headed. You do it for your family, not for yourself. To us, those are the characteristics of a perfect specimen.”

“Specimen?” I had no clue what this guy was talking about.

“Yes, you see, we’ve been looking for someone we can use to become the first in a line of ‘Super Agents.’ We will, if you choose to accept, inject you with a series of formulas which will mutate you ever so slightly in a way that will enhance your best abilities. You’ll be stronger, sneakier, more noble. Essentially, you will change the world of espionage as the world knows it. You’ll be the head of the Bauer Initiative for a short amount of time, until the injections wear off. At that point, Danny, you can decide whether to stay here as the most prestigious special agent and get another permanent injection, or to go home to your family, with plenty of money to compensate for your great deeds. So Danny, do you still want me to send you back home?”

I thought for a couple of seconds. Everything the man said I repeated to myself. I could be a respectable man. I could change the way people look at me. Heck, I could change the world.

“So what’ll it be?”

“I accept,” I said, without thinking twice.

The man handed me a pale folder. On the top flap it read: Bauer, Jack. I opened it and saw a picture of myself. I closed the folder and handed it back to the man.

“Thank you, agent. Now we know where you came from Danny Diaz, so let’s see where you can go.” The man looked me in the eyes.

“It’s Jack. Jack Bauer,” I replied.

The man pulled down his face mask to reveal a small toothless smirk plastered across his scruffy face.

“God dammit Jack Bauer, you really are the man.”


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