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I went inside a local restaurant not thinking about anything in particular one morning. But, then suddenly I felt a negative presence? Who is that?
What just happened?
I couldn't pinpoint or attribute the feeling to any particular person who was present.
However, it might have been the place, or the atmosphere within the location itself!
What was going on?
I was a border patrol guard when I suddenly became keenly aware through a sense beyond my normal five senses that there was danger present! I tried to calm myself and look around casually. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
Maybe it was just a bad vibe from the noisy crowd or the greasy smell of tacos and other food.
But then I saw him.
He was sitting in a corner booth, wearing a dark hoodie, black pants and sunglasses. There was a backpack on the floor next to him. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, something that looked like a remote control.
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I suddenly realized he was planning to blow up the building. There appeared to be a bomb inside his backpack.
I had to do something. I had to stop him.
But how?
Well, it turned out that the villain was a Mexican cartel criminal who wanted to blow up the building because it was just a cover for their illegal activities. He had been involved in drug trafficking, money laundering, and human trafficking and wanted to destroy the evidence.
I decided to act fast. I grabbed my Clock 47 pistol from my holster and made my way towards the booth. I tried to look casual, as if I was just going to order some food. I hoped no one would notice me.
But he did.
He saw me approaching and his eyes widened. He pressed the button on the remote control.
Nothing happened.
He pressed it again and again, but still nothing. He looked confused and also464Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwamLy2nmw2
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in a state of panic.
I reached his booth and pointed my gun at him.
"Freeze scumbag!"
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I shouted!
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧
He dropped the remote control and raised his hands.464Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRa35I0kx1w
"Please, don't shoot! I'm putting it down, he begged.
I kicked the backpack away from him and checked it. It was indeed a bomb, but it was faulty. The wires were loose and the timer was stuck.
I sighed in relief.
I had just prevented a disaster.
I called for backup and handcuffed him.
"Who are you? Why did you want to blow up this place?" I asked him.
He looked at me with hatred.
"Fuck you!"
"I'm a member of the Los Zetas cartel. This place is a front for the DEA. They have been spying on us and trying to bust our operations. We wanted to send them a message. We wanted to make them pay!" he said.
I was shocked.
The DEA? Here?
I looked around the restaurant and noticed some people wearing earpieces and badges. Apparently, they were agents, undercover as customers and staff. They had been watching the cartel's movements and gathering evidence.
They had also been watching me.
One of them came over to me and shook my hand.
"Good job, agent. You just saved a lot of lives. And you just cracked a major case," he said.
He introduced himself as Agent Carter, the leader of the DEA team.
He told me they had been tracking the cartel for months, but they had no idea they had a mole inside their ranks. The mole was actually me!
I was stunned.
I had no idea I was working for the DEA. I had no memory of being an agent. I had no clue how I had join them or when.
I felt a sharp pain in my head and then deep, hidden memories began flooding into my consciousness.
"What's going on? I don't recall joining the DEA. I stammered, "Who, who am I?"
He smiled and patted my shoulder.
"You're one of us, special agent Ethan." You're part of a secret Darpa program called Project Atlantis.
You're a clone, he said...
"What did you say?" I asked in disbelief. Agent Carter repeated his statement, "You're one of us, Special Agent Ethan. You're a clone." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could I be a clone?
What kind of organization was behind all of this? Agent Carter explained that Project Atlantis was a secret Darpa government experiment designed to create powerful super soldiers using cloning technology.
My DNA had been extracted from a real-life agent, and I had been grown into a perfect replica of the original with enhanced abilities and skills.
As I struggled to process all of this information, Agent Carter continued explaining that I had been inserted deep undercover with the border patrol guards because some of them were cartel members.
"Bullshit!"
I cried, "You've been drinking or smoking crack on the job, Agent Carter!"
Agent Carter: "No it isn't, just check your own memories Ethan." You were supposed to secretly collect intelligence and take down the key members of this ruthless cartel gang without revealing your true identity.464Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQMbNoddvHM
My mind reeled as I remembered the past few weeks - the strange memories mixed with familiar ones, the flashbacks of training sessions and combat scenarios, and now, the reality check of being a clone agent.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, I then demanded answers from Agent Carter. "Why didn't you tell me any of this before sending me into the field?" With regret in his voice, Agent Carter admitted that frankly informing me of my true nature may have compromised the mission.
However, he had then promised full transparency moving forward and offered to brief me on everything I needed to know.
In that moment, I knew that life as a clone agent wouldn't be easy, but it was clear that I had a purpose greater than myself. As the reality of my true identity as a clone agent sunk in, Agent Carter began the debriefing.
He explained that my mission was to infiltrate criminal organizations, gather critical intelligence, and eliminate high-value targets.
My enhanced physical and mental abilities, coupled with the memories and skills inherited from my genetic source, made me an invaluable asset in the fight against organized crime.
Over the next few weeks, I underwent intensive training to access and utilize my enhanced abilities to their fullest potential. I learned combat techniques, espionage tactics, and how to maintain my cover as a border patrol guard.
It was a challenging and very demanding process, but my own intense dedication to the mission kept me going.
As time passed, I adapted to my new role.
I embraced the name Special Agent Ethan, the identity given to me by the agency. My fellow border patrol guards grew to trust me, unaware of my true nature and mission. I continued to work alongside them while secretly gathering information on cartel activities.
One day, I received a confidential message from Agent Carter. It contained details about a major cartel operation scheduled to take place in the coming weeks. The information was vital, and the success of the mission depended on my ability to infiltrate the cartel's inner circle.
Undercover as a cartel member, I attended secret meetings and gained the trust of key members. My clone nature allowed me to blend in seamlessly, and I was soon privy to their most guarded secrets. I relayed all the gathered intel to Agent Carter, who coordinated with the DEA to plan a decisive strike against the cartel.
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The day of the operation arrived. Our joint task force, comprised of DEA agents and my fellow border patrol guards (who were unaware of my true allegiance), descended upon the cartel's compound.464Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRmgDUGW6Ou
It was a high-stakes, high-intensity raid, but with my skills and knowledge, we managed to capture several high-ranking cartel members and dismantle their operations.
As the dust settled and our mission concluded, Special Agent Carter commended me on my exceptional abilities and performance. He explained that Project Atlantis was a success not only because of my abilities but also because of my absolute unwavering commitment to the cause.
I had become a crucial asset in the endless fight against organized crime, a weapon of potential justice forged from the past.
But as I looked around at the aftermath of the operation, I couldn't help but wonder about the ethical implications of my existence as a clone agent. Who was I really? Did I have a soul, emotions, or desires of my own? These questions lingered in the back of my mind, reminding me that my journey was far from over.
In the days that followed, I continued my work as Special Agent Ethan, trying to learn the secretive, quite complex world of espionage and covert operations. 464Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡygDyVydbPe
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