Hello everybody! I'm The Pineapple Husky. Now, I'm almost positive that I'm not the only one who has thought up the concept of One Piece secret agents, but I wanted to take a shot at it. XD This is my first OP story, and I'm soooo nervous because I'm so bad at fanfictions. ;-; I'm so horrible with keeping the characters IN character. So please, I'd love for you to tell me how I am with OOC-ness and how I may fix it. Yesyes, it's an AU story.
Title: Secret Agent Marimo
Author: The Pineapple Husky
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Various subtle hints at certain pairings
Summary: Zoro has become the newest secret agent at the Onigiri Inc. agency; however, he soon finds that his fellow agents are far from the ordinary...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Zoro or any other related One Piece characters, ideas, or places, and I am... not a secret agent. XD Also, I do not own anything that I may make a reference to anytime within the story or anything of the sort. This is merely a story for entertainment purposes only.
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Chapter One: Welcome to Onigiri Incorporated
It was evident from the very start that he was absolutely perfect. His drive, his strength, his build, his disposition: everything was perfect. The very moment the agency had gotten word on this phenomenal man, their only desire was to hire him immediately. They needed him, absolutely, positively; he was like no other. That man, that strange, outstanding man, was to be their new top agent.
"On behalf of the Onigiri Inc. agency, I wish to congratulate you. It is quite remarkable that you were accepted so abruptly; many of us were accepted only after eighteen months of hearty training," a man laughed as he held his hand out to greet the newest addition to the agency.
The other simply stared at him. "What exactly is this place?"
The older man dropped is hand and smirked apprehensively. "Why, it's Onigiri Incorporated! It's only the most potent and secretive intelligence agency that exists!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Did you say… intelligence agency?"
"I did," said the man with a nod. "And you are the newest agent! With a pretty high rank, might I add," he grinned, nudging him with his elbow. He quickly interrupted before the other could speak, "Oh! I'm dearly sorry, please forgive me… I haven't introduced myself. I am Merry, a retired agent of Onigiri Inc. I was formerly 'Agent 689400', back when the agency used numbers rather than code names. It's truly a pleasure to see someone of your being here at The Oni, Mr. Roronoa."
"And why, exactly, does 'The Oni' want me?" Mr. Roronoa inquired.
Merry laughed genuinely. "Why not, Mr. Roronoa? Now, if you please, I shall give you a tour of Onigiri Inc."
Mr. Roronoa felt his arm tugged sharply before a protest could escape his mouth. He disliked being referred to as "Mr. Roronoa", preferring to be called by his first name of Zoro, though he understood that he soon would be called this no longer. The thought of sporting a codename for an intelligence agency was tossed about in his mind as the older man pulled him through the building. He pondered what he would be named, and he pondered of the other agents.
As all these thoughts swam through his head, he took notice of the appearance of the vicinity. Everything, it seemed, had a blazing silver gleam; all was shining and glowing from the sunbeams that passed through the sky-lights. The sheen of the tiled floor was so reflective that each tile mirrored what it saw without a single bit of distortion. Each wall glittered with silver material as well, and would be as emulating as mirrors had they not been plastered with as many documents, papers, and computer screens as they could hold. The skylights that made up the whole ceiling shone above pewter bars that crossed one another and cast shadows upon the tile below. These bars were so high above and the walls so far away, it felt as though Zoro was but a speck of dirt inside of an endless shoebox.
While his mind digested the environment, Merry had reached an enormous steel door. Zoro noted the sensitive black pad beside it and watched as Merry pressed his palm against the ebony square. One by one, four small lights above the pad illuminated and emitted a sound as each one lit.
Bip! Bip! Bip! BEEP!
A feminine voice rang out above them. "Access accepted," it said. "Welcome back to Onigiri Incorporated, Agent Sixty-Eight Ninety-Four Hundred."
With that, the steel door parted in the middle and each half slid rumbling into the wall to permit the two of them through into the next wing of the agency. Zoro stepped from behind Merry to peek beyond the doors and made out about a hundred figures, each one dressed in a black blazer, a black neck-tie, and either a black skirt or black pants.
Merry laughed somewhat diffidently. "It seems that they still recognize me as 689400. Forgive me; it has been years since my hand has opened those doors." He then brought a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. "Now then. What you see before you is Onigiri Inc. Everyone standing before you – they are your fellow agents." He started walking past the steel door and Zoro followed.
"Everybody here at 'The Oni'," he began, "has a specific duty. However, everybody also must be able and willing to work as an undercover spy; this is, without a doubt, an awfully dangerous occupation." Merry turned to a window that viewed a separate room. "For example, the agents here are specialized in the art of inventing. These agents are the ones who make the various gadgets that we use in 'missions'." With a fond smile, Merry pointed out one agent in particular; his hair was quite wavy and his nose was abnormally long. "That is Agent Sniper. He is quite the talented one, and, as his name suggests, a great sniper when in combat, though he has a terrible habit of stretching the truth.
"Moving on," Merry spoke as he continued the tour, passing through a door and onto an elevated walkway. "This room holds many of the computers." He motioned over the balcony of the walkway to a place below filled with screens, keyboards, processors, papers, and several more of those black-clothed figures performing their duties. "These machines can process anything imaginable. You'll find that they can come in handy when we're in a tight fix. Anybody can use them: they're free to every agent and are in every nook and cranny of this building. In here, however, we usually have special agents monitoring missions… Ah! Here are two now. Mr. Roronoa, it'd delight me for you to meet Agent Tangerine and her assistant Agent Princess."
Two female agents stopped as they heard their names spoken and gave Merry a slight bow of respect. Both were very slender, and both sported the seemingly standard uniform of ebony material. The hair of one was such a bright shade of orange that it made Zoro blink and her eyes were a defiant brown; this was Agent Tangerine, he presumed. The other had hair of soft periwinkle that was pulled back into a flowing ponytail; certainly appearing more timid than her supervisor was Agent Princess.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roronoa," said the latter with a smile.
Agent Tangerine raised an eyebrow. "You're the new agent?"
Her tone instantly drew a frown on Zoro's face. He restrained himself from raising his voice to her and, with some difficulty, calmly shook his head. "I've decided nothing yet. It was only this morning that I received a letter stating that I was accepted into this place."
"Accepted?" she scoffed. "Nobody's gotten accepted into 'The Oni' just like that, especially nobody looking like you."
"Miss Tangerine," Merry quickly interrupted, stepping between her and Zoro before he could lunge at her, "I believe that you and Agent Princess are needed below."
Agent Princess bowed politely to Merry and tugged the sleeve of Agent Tangerine's blazer. "Come, now, Miss Tangerine. We mustn't forget about the paperwork we intended to file." With that, she quietly led the hot-headed agent to the lower level and into the mass of machines and paper.
"So, now… carrying on," Merry continued once again on the tour. Zoro stole one last glance over the balcony at the fiery woman he'd met before following the retired agent further down the walkway.
"The creators of Onigiri Inc. have taken the pains to place it in the most remote location possible. Therefore, with only a single exception, the only way to enter or exit the agency is by flight. Beyond this door," – Merry patted a particularly large and heavy metal door with a viewing window beside it; Zoro noted a loud whirring noise produced from behind it – "several skilled agents are building the Onigiri Aircraft."
Zoro peeked through the glass and surveyed the working agents, each dressed in engineering clothing, but also each sporting a black neck-tie. Merry chuckled slightly and, in pointing out one agent in particular with gelled azure hair and a gleaming nose, explained to Zoro, "That is Agent Super. What an agent! He is not only talented, but the man is a cyborg. Intriguing, isn't it?"
Merry stepped back and resumed, "Now, to fly an aircraft, you need pilots. But not just any pilots for these air carriers; you need specially trained Onigiri Pilots." He turned to a heavy metal door and viewing window mirroring the one Zoro stood beside across the walkway. Zoro walked to him and observed the 'Onigiri Pilots' training in some sort of simulation airplane.
With a slight cough, Merry picked out two agents from the group of pilots; one tan with black hair and sunglasses and the other with a buzz cut and a plaid yellow neck-tie in place of the standard black one. "Those are Agents Plaid and Shades. Agent Shades is a newer addition to the agency, and Agent Plaid, who is a little more experienced as an agent, took him under his wing. Now they've become very close; which is, you'll find, not the best of things when you're an agent.
"Oh, don't get me wrong!" Merry subjoined when Zoro shot him a strange look. "Teamwork is greatly encouraged; regardless of anything, no agent can truly work alone. But… you see, it is very hurtful to lose someone, be it death or double agency."
"Double agency?" Zoro questioned.
"Yes. You know, when an agent is working for two agencies simultaneously? Usually, they work mainly for one and gather 'intelligence' from another agency for their home one. The damage done by double agents can be devastating," Merry sighed. "And it is disheartening how many of them 'The Oni' has gone through."
Zoro glanced one final time at the pair of pilots, contemplating what was just told to him, and walked once again to Merry's side.
"Continuing on," Merry began again, leading the new agent around a corner, "this is the Onigiri Hall of Adversaries." Both walls were covered with framed photographs of the many villainous figures that kept Onigiri Inc. from receiving intelligence. Zoro noticed Merry acting quite giddy. Bending down to the bottom-most row of pictures, he motioned Zoro to one of the photographs, "These prints are too neat. You tap on the glass and…" Merry tapped once on the picture and there were flashes of lavender light. "…all the information you could ask for on that person appears right before you!" Miniature holographic screens appeared before the photograph, each listing all sorts of information on the adversary. It listed everything, Zoro noticed, from the man's history right down to his shoe size. With another tap, the screens vanished and Merry stood up.
"And, over this way," – Merry led him to the end of the Onigiri Hall of Adversaries where there stood a door; he typed a code into the keypad beside the entrance and it swung open – "is the Onigiri Hall of Agents."
Zoro followed Merry into the room and studied a few photographs. "As in the Hall of Adversaries, a single tap will show you anything you wish to know. Of course, this room is protected by a five-letter code that changes every three days; it'd be devastating to have this place fall into enemy hands. Our agents are trying to create a glass-like material that'd recognize the skin of only our agents, but dear Lord knows when that would happen."
The sound of high-heeled footfalls rang into Zoro's ear. He turned from the photographs to find a tall woman with straight dark hair and blazingly blue eyes. Merry smiled kindly and she bowed politely. "Salutations, Agent Arms," he pronounced. "This is the new addition to 'The Oni', Mr. Roronoa."
Agent Arms grinned softly and said, "It is a pleasure, Mr. Roronoa. I'm sure you'll make a wonderful agent here." She produced a manila folder from her blazer. "I'm here to program more information on a few agents," she explained.
"Right, right," Merry nodded. "We'll leave you to your work. Let's continue, shall we?"
Zoro tore his eyes from her back to Merry. He nodded and proceeded out of the room, sneaking one last glance at the woman before the door closed behind him.
"Now then, carrying on," Merry continued yet again.
Zoro's mind had wandered for the following part of the tour. In retrospect, he vaguely remembers being shown a few of the researching rooms, how to work the Onigiri Computers, a sort of lounge, and a large conference room/auditorium. His head was too full to stay focused: the various agents he'd seen and their varying occupations, the technology of Onigiri Inc., double agency, his future code name…
Merry waved a hand before Zoro's eyes. Zoro blinked and snapped out of his reverie. Merry chuckled contritely, "My apologies, but you seem to have drifted off somewhere."
"I… I'm sorry. There's just a lot being thrown at me here, and I haven't decided whether I want to be an agent or not."
"…'Whether you want to be an agent or not'?!" Merry repeated angrily. "Mr. Roronoa, you don't have a choice! As of now, you've been too well informed on Onigiri Inc. to just decide you 'don't want to be an agent'! With… with all the knowledge you have, your only two options are 'join' or 'we kill you'."
Zoro stepped back from the man. He secretly wondered in his head before this event whether or not he could even become angry; he seemed a bit taken aback now at the sudden situation that had been thrust upon him.
'Ah, what the hell,' he thought. He'd take joining a secret agency over death any day.
"Merry, sir; you've got yourself a new agent," Zoro announced to the man.
"Delighted to hear that, Mr. Roronoa," Merry beamed with a relieved expression. "There are only two places left I wish to show you. Now, if you please, we may resume?"
With a nod from the new agent, Merry led him past a few halls and through a few doors. They reached one final entrance and Merry held it open for Zoro to see through, though he urged him to not enter inside. "This," he said, "is our medical wing. As I've said previously, this job can be quite the dangerous one. Even back when I was an agent, I've had to spend a great deal of time here.
"Oh! Here is Agent X," Merry proclaimed. "Care to guess just exactly what he is?"
Agent X, at the mention of his name, was quite startled and had involuntarily leaped into the air, releasing various test tubes from his grasp; he attempted to hide behind the door, however, he merely covered about half of his head with the rest of his body clearly visible. He was covered with auburn fur, with a blue nose and antlers that jutted out of a pink hat that displayed a white 'X' on the front.
Zoro was awfully confused. "But he's…"
"A reindeer," Merry concluded rather proudly. "And a brilliant doctor at that."
Zoro decided it was best to not ask questions.
"Tony-kun," came a soft voice from behind the wall.
Agent X relaxed suddenly and grinned. "Agent Riche!" he exclaimed.
Agent Riche showed herself and smiled sweetly to the reindeer; she appeared quite pale and she had soft, light blonde hair, and rather pretty, nonetheless. She then noticed Merry and beamed genuinely to him. "Merry! What a pleasant surprise to see you here," she called.
Merry grinned back, bowing slightly, "And it is a pleasure to see you too."
Agent Riche assisted Agent X in gathering the tubes he had dropped. Merry released the door to the wing and turned to Zoro. "Miss… 'Riche' as they call her now; I used to have to watch over her when she was in training. She's become a beautiful doctor now, don't you agree?" Merry positively overflowed with joy.
"Now, the final place that I believe you should see is the cafeteria," Merry said, guiding Zoro down another walkway and through a few more doors. He pushed open one last door and allowed Zoro to step inside. "Here is the Dining Hall of Onigiri Inc.," he stated.
The word 'cafeteria' failed to describe what Zoro saw: rather than being simply a large room with several long tables with missing legs and broken chairs and possibly a few fans and blinding florescent lights, the Onigiri Dining Hall was positively elegant. Glittering chandeliers with millions of diamonds and red velvet curtains hung from the ceiling, and each booth with black leather seats and a pallid satin tablecloth possessed flickering candelabra and a few wineglasses. Ivory statues of past agents posed fairly against the rosy wallpaper behind them, and a lighted fountain sputtered colored water. Dainty light fixtures on the walls each sprouted two red roses from its sides. Zoro was delightfully impressed at the classy restaurant feel.
Merry explained, "It's precisely like dining at a restaurant: you receive menus and are waited on by our cooks." They seated themselves at one of the booths.
Zoro examined the menu and found the selections were embroidered in golden thread on a sort of cardboard covered in a crimson silk; he also noted none of the selections listed a price next to them. Merry seemed to read his mind when he explained, "Everything here is free for our agents; it doesn't cost a thing and the cuisine is to die for."
He set down the menu and gazed around at the many chandeliers. Then he noticed another agent at a booth across the room. His hair was black and messy, and it seemed he disliked the black dress-code, for he wore a red vest with jean shorts. Not only this, but there must have been hundreds of plates and bowls stacked on his table, and he was engulfing whatever meal he had at an alarming rate. As this was happening, a tall, blonde man strode calmly to his table with a trail of smoke flowing from the cigarette in his mouth; from his attire, Zoro assumed he was one of the Onigiri Chefs.
Merry tapped Zoro on the shoulder and clarified that the chef was Agent Prince and the other was Agent Strawhat, one of the strongest agents that Onigiri Inc. ever trained. In a second glance at Agent Strawhat, Zoro had found that piece of information rather hard to believe.
Agent Prince crossed his arms. "Oi, oi, aren't you finished yet?" he asked the agent with the hunger of a wolf.
Agent Strawhat, with his mouth filled with meat, held up an empty rice bowl to the cook; "More, please."
"More?!" Agent Prince fumed. "This is your seventy-fourth serving!"
"So?" he shrugged, swallowing with some difficulty. "I'm still hungry."
Agitated and exasperated, Agent Prince snatched the bowl and stomped back the kitchen with a sour expression. A few moments later he returned to find Agent Strawhat completely out cold on the table, passed out from the enormous meal. His hands shook furiously, causing the rice to fly out of the bowl. Irately, he yelled out the agent's first name (Zoro didn't manage to catch it, for it was a name he'd never heard anyone called before) and Agent Strawhat shot up.
"Agent Prince," Merry started, catching Zoro's attention, "is a fantastic chef; 'The Oni' actually recruited him from a floating restaurant in the middle of the ocean! Perhaps we'll be waited on by him."
Agent Strawhat, dazed and confused, stood up and walked to the door. Agent Prince groaned at the pile of dishes before him; he snapped his fingers a few times and two other chefs strode begrudgingly out of the kitchen, shot the blonde agent a sour look, and began clearing the table.
As this happened, Agent Prince appeared at Merry and Zoro's booth. He bowed respectfully to Merry and with a debonair accent spoke, "Good evening and welcome to the Onigiri Dining Hall. I am Monsieur Prince; how may I assist you?"
Zoro sneered under his breath at the French intonation. He would have made a comment about it, had not that woman entered that moment; he made a disgusted face and turned his attention to the candelabrum in the center of the table.
She removed her reading glasses, setting them atop her signature orange hair. She spoke, and her voice rang throughout the room: through the velvet curtains, past the twinkling diamonds, over the candles, bouncing off the tables and straight into Agent Prince's ear.
In one motion, he clasped his hands together, twisted around, and swooned. "Mellorine!" he called out loudly and lovingly to the other agent.
Merry smiled ruefully, Agent Tangerine sighed slightly with a partly annoyed smirk, and Zoro seemed downright revolted. 'What a flirt,' he thought to himself, resting his forehead on the palm of his hand.
At least, he hoped he thought to himself. He adverted his gaze back upward to the chef to find him glaring coldly towards him; Zoro mirrored the cold glare right back. Both were still as the night and neither spoke. Soon, Agent Prince broke the silence.
"Would you care to repeat that, Marimo?" he jeered dryly.
Behind him, Zoro noticed Agent Tangerine produced a genuine grin. "How… appropriate," she said, addressing the new epithet for Zoro.
Even Merry chuckled quietly. "It is appropriate, Mr. Roronoa," he chortled, eyeing Zoro's odd hair color.
With a deep scowl, the new agent ran a hand over his head. Granted, his hair was the shockingly vivid color of lime fruits, but what with the bright orange, light blue, and dazzling blonde hair he'd seen here at the agency, he'd figured that it wouldn't be an issue.
"I quite like it, in fact," Merry proclaimed. "It must be your new codename, Mr. Roronoa! Agent Marimo! Oh, it has quite a ring to it."
Zoro would have much rather had a different codename. He wondered how many agents were allowed to choose their own names. Agent Tangerine, he noted, had seated herself at a booth and Agent Prince immediately waited on her, an enormous grin plastered on his face.
"Well, then," stated Merry, glancing at the watch on his wrist, "we best be going. We must hurry if we wish to catch the next ride on the 'subway'."
The two hurried out the Dining Hall, past a few doors, down the walkway, and ended up back at the grand steel door Zoro remembered from before. Merry felt the black pad with his hand, and after four lights lit and four "bip"s sounded, the feminine voice called once again, this time saying, "Onigiri Incorporated wishes you a good night, Agent Sixty-Eight Ninety-Four Hundred," and the doors rumbled apart.
He stepped back into the great room of silver and looked to his reflection below him; he now noticed that dusk must have just past, revealing the mysterious night sky with thousands of glittering stars above. The room had lost that silver gleam now: all was dark and quiet and refused to shine until the morning sun cast its brilliance once again on the cold tile.
"You recall," Merry said, stepping to Zoro's side and leading him across the reflecting tile, "that the only way of entering or exiting the agency, with one single exception, is flight, Mr. Roro… - My apologies - Agent Marimo?"
Zoro, a bit taken aback at the use of his new codename, nodded the affirmative to the retired agent.
"That one exception is the Onigiri Channel System, which is somewhat like a subway system. I don't believe I have to explain much to you; it is how you got here, with the help of another agent, am I correct?"
He nodded again, recalling back to that morning when a mysterious man in black handed him a letter and brought him to a strange place that he found to be a secret subway, leading him here. Merry slid open a passage that led to the subway station; he walked the new agent down the passageway and waited with him for the arrival of the monorail train.
"Well, now, Agent Marimo, all that is left for me to say is this: you have a new life now. The Onigiri Express will lead you to your new home, a stately apartment complex that carries most of your fellow Onigiri Agents. Do not worry, there is already a place prepared for you; you will receive your key upon arrival. The Onigiri Express leaves every three hours – I suggest that you mind the time schedule and try your best to not miss it." Merry's expression became cheerless as he clasped a hand on Zoro's shoulder. "It is time for me to retire permanently from this place; I'll positively sure you'll make a revered secret agent. I expect great things from you, Mr. Roronoa!"
The Onigiri Express steamed into sight. "Good bye, Agent Marimo," Merry pronounced, stepping back with a small salute, "and good luck."
Zoro bowed to him, as he'd seen the other agents do, and quickly boarded the Onigiri Express. A horn bellowed, the mechanical doors slid shut, and Zoro stared out the tinted window of his car, watching the still-saluting Merry until the light of the station was no longer seen. Even through the window and the glare of lights, Zoro had noticed that Merry's eyes were glossed with tears.
Sitting down, Zoro held onto a rail and studied the inside of the car; just like in the agency, everything was silver. Every so often, a light from outside would appear as the train passed, and as the light shown dimly into the car, a faint silver gleam sparked and disappeared.
Suddenly, the train slowed and Zoro noticed the light of the other station; the rides didn't seem to be too long. He stood and waited for the car to stop before he made his way to the door. With a mechanical whir they slid open and Zoro stepped foot into the station. He pushed past the revolving counter and trailed up the long, narrow stairway. He passed one last door and found himself in what appeared to be a hotel lobby.
"Mr. Roronoa?" a voice inquired.
Zoro looked around and noticed a young teenage boy with pink hair dressed in a bell hop uniform. "Yeah, that's me," he affirmed.
The boy straightened and saluted, holding up a brass key. "I'm Koby, an Onigiri Bell Boy. I'll take you to your apartment," he announced.
Zoro followed him through the lobby, noting the lush green plants climbing around the golden pillars and counting about seven large fountains; Merry hadn't lied when he called it a 'stately' complex. They turned a corner, walked down the hall, and then stood before three elevator doors. Koby pressed a button and one of the elevators opened; inside stood a tall teenager with a cleft chin and blonde hair, also sporting a bell hop uniform.
"Good evening, Helmeppo!" Koby chimed to the fellow bell boy.
Helmeppo merely nodded in acknowledgement, and stepped outside to allow the two of them inside. Koby waved to him as the doors shut; Helmeppo presented a bothered smirk that Koby didn't seem to catch. He made idle conversation as they traveled upward.
"So, whaddya think of Onigiri Inc., Mr. Roronoa? What's your codename?" he looked up admiringly at the new agent.
After a pause, Zoro responded, "They named me Agent Marimo." He rolled his eyes mentally at the name.
"That's neat. I hope I can become an agent someday!" Koby chattered excitedly.
'With that hair, kid, you'd fit in fine,' Zoro thought inwardly.
There came a soft "ding" and the doors parted. "Right this way, Agent Marimo!" Koby led him through the hallway and stopped seven doors down on the right. "Here it is, Mr. Roronoa, Room 314!" Koby exclaimed happily, twisting the key in the lock.
Zoro stepped inside his new home. Koby handed him the key, wished him a good night, and disappeared into the elevator. He looked around the place and admitted to himself that it was definitely better than his last residence. It was nothing short of a hotel resort suite: suede chairs, leather couches, oak tables, and a welcoming fireplace. Plus a deluxe bathroom with the largest bathtub he'd ever seen, an open kitchen with more pots and pans than he'd ever use, and his bed was made of an intricate pattern of ironwork.
He spotted a sliding door in the bedroom and found that he owned a balcony as well, overlooking a small park next to the apartments. Zoro stepped back inside, locked the balcony door, and drew all the blinds in the room. He noticed a bright red button on the night stand, and pressed it out of curiosity. He shrugged when nothing had happened, and was about to lie down to rest when he there was a knock at the door.
When he answered, he found the pink-haired bell hop grinning from ear to ear exclaiming, "Did someone call room service?!" pushing the pewter cart with a three-course meal into his kitchen. Zoro blinked and watched as Koby marched out the door. One thing was for sure: Onigiri Inc. took good care of their agents.
Thank you muchly for reading the first chapter of my story. XD I'm sure you all can tell who are all the agents I've named so far; if not by their codename, then by their mediocre descriptions. My apologies, some parts confused me even. Comments and critique are loved and welcome! I think I may need a Beta Reader, if anyone'd be interested. Just contact me! Anyway. I really... don't... like some of the agent's codenames. XD; For some of them, at least. Others I like a lot, but anyway; I'd love suggestions if you have any! Even for characters I haven't added yet: I'm trying to put as many characters as I can in here. I'll work on Chapter Two and try to get it up soon! Thanks again!
-The Pineapple Husky