You only wanted a little bit of adventure, but work for the government? “Shit yeah, that’s awesome,” you shout while high fiving the agents in the room. “Good,” the senior agent responded as he awkwardly accepts your high five with an unwavering tone. Since you know a high five from a bear is a pretty intense high five.
One of the agents leads you outside the room and through the facility. As you walk he fills you in on the facility and all the areas you should know about. “And that over there is the bathroom,” he said while pointing at a row of bookcases. You’re a bit confused, but before you can say a word you see an agent walk up to the bookcases and tilt a book which caused it to open revealing the entrance to the bathroom. That’s a pretty impressive bathroom if I do say so myself.
Your tour goes on for a while until you are lead to the Agency photographer. Upon seeing you he pulls down a backdrop and prepares to take your agency ID photo. Before hand he gives you a tie and a comb to spruce up your looks for the photo. With a little gel and eventually calling in the agency hairdresser you are all dolled up for the photos. Once the photographer is all done he hands over your new ID. “Now to make you official,” the agent that brought you around proudly spoke with a smirk.
After some more walking you get brought to a large open room with a pedestal in the middle. The room is quiet and dark as you look around. Suddenly you feel something behind you, so you spin around with a jolt. There’s nothing there, you turn back to see the agent who brought you here gone. You stand alone in the room trying to figure out just what is going to happen. Are they going to test your combat ability? Will they place all the files of the agency into your brain like a computer? Are they going to brainwash you, so you forget all about your past? Maybe they just want to give you a license to kill and a jetpack maybe?
The thoughts go through you head until you get dizzy. You stumble but then get shoved by something. “Can we get on with this?” gets bellowed out from behind in a high pitch whine. A short man wearing a light red suit and FBI badge walks past and guides you to the pedestal. “Listen honey if we are going to do this, you need to hurry up ‘kay? I have a lot more people to see before my lunch break. I Tuna Salad.” The man sings. He has you stand up on the pedestal and begins to take your measurement. As you look on confused he giggles and jests, “Cutie, you can’t be an agent without a suit that flaunts it.” He snaps to the beat of his words. After he’s done with his measurements, he walks over to a wall and plugs the information into a monitor that pops out. Then looking back he inquires, “Would you say you’re more of a mauve or cream colored bear?”
Mauve (6-A)
Cream (6-B)
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