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OH NO! BRENDON GOES ON A RED BULL KILLING SPREE!!!!

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OMGosh I really like the beginning of this one! It's like really different from all the other fics out there!

PATD: GODFATHER VERSION
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Smoke fumed from a freshly lit cigarette. Its user took a long, smooth drag and blew out the caustic fumes from the burning leaves through partially opened lips. Feeling content with the nicotine of his cancerous addiction, he sat back in his leather chair and took another puff. His eyes traveled towards his partner in crime as he flipped through the files that they had received during the previous night's work. He sighed and looked picked up a manila folder, scanning the contents briefly with a contemplative gaze.

"You've been looking through those for hours," Brendon said, leaning forward in his chair as he took another drag of his cigarette.

"I know," Ryan answered, glancing at him briefly before turning his attention back to the papers. "I haven't found him yet."

"Did you ever stop to think that he might not want to be found?" he replied, putting out the butt of his cigarette on the cold terrazzo floor of his room. "He is fairly notorious after all."

"It should be in here," muttered Ryan in an irritated voice. He set the files down on the floor and looked up at the ceiling as a deep breath escaped from his lungs. His hands were shaking from the sheer anxiety of finding the subject he was looking so desperately for. "Are you sure this is everything?"

"That's all that was in the briefcase," Brendon answered with a worried look on his face. "Hey, Ryan. Maybe you should get some sleep. I could look through the files for a while."

Ryan slowly moved his head downwards and looked at his friend through tired, puffy eyes. He smiled coyly and shook his head as if to reply with a no, then picked up the last batch of folders. "There are only a few more," he answered with a monotone voice as he began to examine the contents of a file.

"I sometimes worry that you obsess about him," said Brendon with a strong voice. He lit another cigarette out of tension and took a puff. "You aren't even planning on going to college anymore because of that man. I'm all in this for the business and pleasure, but when it comes to our futures we have to be careful."

"I am being careful," whispered Ryan assuringly. "That's why I'm looking for him. If we get rid of him we don't have to worry about anything that we do. He's the one that's keeping us tied down like this. He's the one that's keeping us from rising to what we can be. If we don't stop him, we don't have a future."


The phones rang furiously off of the hook as a small undercover agency deep in the Vegas desert continued its day's work. Highly-trained agents bustled around the interior as they tackled a newly devised obstacle course that had been set up in the core room of the facility. An instructor sounded off in a deep voice to the latest recruits as they ran towards the first challenge. Two agents watched the others from an office on the top floor. The one seemed intent upon the success of the others, while the other merely turned and looked away.

"That's the third time they've taken that course this week," sighed the unimpressed agent as she walked towards a water cooler.

The other watched with a smile on his face as one of the agents ducked and weaved through a maze of high-tech lasers built into the course walls. "You should be more supportive of the new recruits, M," he said in a slightly saddened voice. "They've done the best that they can. Don't forget that it took you three times to pass the course."

"That's only because my instructor was sleeping with Agent E," she answered as she pushed a small paper cone under the water spout. She pressed the lever down and watched as the cool liquid filled her cup. "If you had ever read Z's files you would have known that she had it out for me from the beginning."

"You know that I hate office politics," he chuckled, turning to look at her. "And even so, it never has effected your job performance."

"I almost wish that it had," she sighed, taking a sip of her water. "At least then I wouldn't have been stuck with that drug trafficking case. It took me a week to get the smell of dead fish out of my hair."



(Sugar, spice and everything nice. That's not what little agents are made of.)

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