Move Them Into The Secret Prison World

Mr. Bee and Officer Swan sat at a cozy table in a bustling cafe, sipping their tea and nibbling on biscuits. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Officer Swan took a sip of his tea and said, "So, 8:00 am, morning right? So, what trouble are you going to make for me today?"

Mr. Bee looked at him with a hint of amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "The trouble?" he repeated, his voice laced with curiosity.

Officer Swan's expression turned sarcastic. "Yes, the trouble you always make for me. I mean, you have any idea? When you turned last time, if you had shot Mr. President, we would have died already. You know what I mean? So, what trouble is that you're going to make for not just me but both of us today."

Mr. Bee shrugged nonchalantly, his shoulders barely rising off the chair. "Nothing at all, I guess. I change when I name a character. What if I don't? Nothing will happen, right?"

Officer Swan raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "I don't think you can do that."

Just then, a person emerged from the crowd, his movements deliberate and calculated. He dragged his chair closer to Mr. Bee and Officer Swan, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoing through the cafe.

"Hi, both of you!" he said in a slow, measured voice, his eyes fixed intently on Mr. Bee.

Mr. Bee and Officer Swan exchanged confused glances, their faces a picture of bewilderment. "Umm... hi," Mr. Bee replied, his voice tentative.

The Agency Guy, as he would later reveal himself to be, looked at them with an air of confidence, his demeanor exuding an aura of authority. "Need to talk to you, Mr. Bee. I've been following you, and I have information about both of you. You both have to come with me. This is a public area; let's go outside, fast."

As he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the cafe, leaving Mr. Bee and Officer Swan looking at each other, afraid and confused.

"I think we're both dead now," Officer Swan whispered, his voice barely audible.

Mr. Bee swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he nodded in agreement. Both of them followed the Agency Guy out of the cafe, their hearts racing with anticipation.

Outside, Officer Swan tried to reason with the Agency Guy. "Listen, Mr. Agency Guy... there's been a huge mistake, okay? Look, my friend here, Mr. Bee, has some serious mental issues. He's been suffering from..."

The Agency Guy completed his sentence, his voice smooth and confident. "What a rare mental illness, right? I know!"

Officer Swan's eyes widened in surprise. "What? But how and why?"

The Agency Guy's expression remained impassive as he demanded, "Hand over your guns, right now."

Officer Swan hesitated, his hand instinctively going to his gun. Mr. Bee followed suit, whispering, "Alright," as he handed over his gun.

The Agency Guy threw both guns into the nearby lake, the sound of the splash echoing through the air. "What was that for?" Officer Swan asked, his voice laced with indignation.

The Agency Guy pointed his gun at them, his eyes cold and calculating. "Just stay calm," he said, before injecting Mr. Bee with a dangerous chemical made from genes of different horrifying creatures.

Officer Swan watched in horror as Mr. Bee blacked out, his body crumpling to the ground. "Hey, what was that for?" he demanded, his voice rising in panic.

The Agency Guy smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "The orders were to take care of him. I thought I'd do it in a fun way. Now, I have to take you both in."

Officer Swan tried to fight back, his fists clenched in anger. But the Agency Guy was too quick, and he used a spray on Officer Swan, rendering him unconscious.

As Officer Swan blacked out, he saw a blue van arrive, its presence a blur. The last words he heard were, "Get them in. We have to take them to the Secret Prison World of ours. And remember, none should know, not even the president."