Prologue

"What are your last words, Hunter."

"Go to hell!" Said Mike, bored and uninterested, and the gauntleted fist kissed his face hard.

"Now, now, we can be more civilized, can't we, Michael?" Falcon spoke, a stupid grin decorating his stupid face. "I thought an agent should have some authority, and some respect for their elders. Might be I was wrong."

"I haven't any respect for men like you," Mike spat out, and felt the second punch even more than the first one. He felt his bloody spittle drip down to the grey floor, and spat it out. "What was that for, Falcon? I thought we were having some fun."

"Fun! This is fun for you? Boy, last chance, tell me your last words, and do me a favour, don't make them jokes. I promise, I can make the floor lot more redder."

Mike smirked at that, but kept his mouth shut. He glanced around, somewhat frantically, to find the door on his left. A wooden thing, it had a hole where the doorknob must have been, and an brown eye staring from behind that hole. Mike smiled one last time, and turned to Falcon, a international gangster, who had used his wealth to make a nifty costume accompanied by knifes, resembling more a cold turkey, than the regal falcon it must have been. He had been on SCOPE's radar for a while, and had made the greatly stupid decision of kidnapping Mike Hunter, a well decorated agent, even in SCOPE's standards. As it was, this 'well decorated agent' spoke to his captor, "I have my words. Look to your left."

The devious idiot obeyed, getting his knifes out, "There's nothing there, you dumbass!"

Mike corrected himself, "Oh, sorry. My left, your right." When the blue avian turned this time, his head burst to bits, and his suit turned red quickly. The door was pushed opened, and out stepped a 5 foot 11 Caucasian man, with brown hair and matching eyes, Snipe. Mike looked down from his chair, "He did make the floor a lot more redder, as he promised. Or pink, I guess." He smirked at Frank, standing silent and stationery with his gun in his hand, entirely unamused by his friend's jests.

"A joke. A joke is how you react to a dead man on the floor," Frank cringed. "Any which way, how did you manage to get into the hands of this jagweed." Frank directed to the bloody body.

"I could not tell you. He snuck up on me."

"That thing? That thing snuck up on you? We are seeing the same thing, right? We are both seeing a grown-ass man dressed as a blue beaked creature spangled with an assortment of knifes, right?"

"Embarrassing, eh?"

"That's not how I would put it. More batshit stupid. But, we can belittle you tomorrow. Or the next day. Or next week. Or really, I always have reason to belittle you."

"You wanna untie me?"

"Hmm, let me think about it. I'm just weighing the pros and cons, really."

"Great joke, mate. Really cracked me up. Now, cut off the damn ropes!"

"You know, screaming really ruins the thinking process. Let me just contemplate for a sec. Untying you is not all that it's cracked up to be." After a minute or two of continuing the initially unfunny joke, Frank finally moved his wise-cracking bottom in removing Mike's ropes. Mike stood up, and dusted off his pants, subsequently staining them even more with blood. He stepped around the dead bird, and walked to the open door. He directed outside the door for Frank, signalling a departure. Frank replied in words, "Good enough. Let's leave. Clean-up is coming from base. Thanks for asking about the guy you just killed."

"You killed him. Unless shooting someone with a gun in a forehead isn't considered killing anymore, like it was back in my day."

"I wasn't the one who got captured by him."

"Thought you weren't gonna that bring up till tomorrow," Mike jabbed, turning and walking out the door. Frank followed, not taking the bait. They walked into the sunset, their footsteps staining the grey ground bloody red, only small dots compared to the vast, red sky. The Falcon's body stained the floor as well, as some rats came out of the dark to nibble on the oversized bird's pulverized head. Frank and Mike conversed their way to the base, Frank continuing to bring up the fact that Mike, being a highly trained and decorated individual, got caught by a knife-wielding dumbass of a gangster.