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Agent 38 - #16: Out Of The frying Pan...

"Agent 38 - A DID Spy Thriller" _______________________________ CHAPTER SIXTEEN: I closed my eyes. I clenched my fists. I gritted my teeth. I waited for the drop. ...But it never came. Instead, just at the moment I expected to be dropped headfirst into the giant fan, a shrill, ear piercing noise echoed through the engine room. The noise made my ears ring and my eyes snapped open in response. Looking down at the man I noticed that the sadistic smile on his face had begun to fade. Then the wench remote fell from his hand, clattering to the floor. His face turned white, his eyes stopped blinking, his expression became blank. Then, sudden

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Agent 38: Choose Your Own DID Adventure - Part I

I can hear it in the distance. I can feel the ground shake underneath me I can see the plume of smoke in the distance. It’s coming... soon. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it. My hands are bound in front of me. Several rounds of thick hemp rope encircle my wrists with the palms of my hands pressed tightly together. The knot holding them is just out of reach of my fingers, otherwise I would have picked it apart by now. More of the prickly, cream colored rope has been applied to my ankles, shins, and above & below my knees keeping my legs firmly bound together. There’s also lots of rope tightly encircling m

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Agent 38 - #26: Damsels Overboard

Agent 38: Voyage Of Peril A D.I.D. Spy Thriller! Chapter Twenty Six: "Damsels Overboard" “But the weatherman said partly cloudy!” I quipped as I was once again blasted in the face with intense wind and rain. Sara rolled her eyes, unamused by my attempt at humor. Upon exiting the hatchway leading out of the bridge we were immediately met with the raging storm which somehow seemed even more intense now. The bright flashing of lighting was immediately followed by deafening claps of thunder. The ship continued to creak and moan as it was violently thrown about by waves as tall as mountains. I struggled to hold on to the nearby railing, while also refusing to let go of Sara’s hand out of fear that we both might somehow get blown off the ship by the gusting winds. Sara had helped me quickly apply a tourniquet to my bloody arm using a strip of cloth we had found. The sword wound still hurt like hell, but at least I wouldn't bleed out now. I was growing tired of all the