A new story about Secret Agency, Kickass Soldiers and Spys showing their awesomness, and of course, love-making.

Prologue: Between a Bullet and the Ground
"So, Brad Harper, any last words?"

Brad had his hands up, pinned next to window and surrounded by baddies dressed in black. Standing above them on a pedestal was a cliched evil genius laughing like a maniac.

"Well," started the British white-collered office geek turned British Secret Agent, "I think I have to say...DUCK!" He pulled out two pistols, and fired several rounds into the evil genious' lackies. "AFTER HIM!"

"Sorry Dr. Julio," Brad started, holding a bottle containing some sort of super-secret formula to create weapons of mass destruction, "But I have to go!" The super-kickass agent jumped out of the window, and pulled a lever that released a parasail come out from his backpack.

"CURSE YOU BRAD HARPER!" Dr. Julio yelled angrily. Brad looked down and saw several MI6 agents surrounding the building. He chcukled as he sailed into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. He took his backpack off, and looked at the sexy woman driving the car.

"Great job, Agent Harper." The woman said.

"Gracias, Agent McArther. Quite a display of awesomeness wouldn't you say?"

Agent McArther giggled, and said, "Yes indeed. Should we return to base?"

Agent Brad smiled, and said, "How about we take a detour to my hotel room? I'm sure the boss won't mind waiting a little bit."

"Sure...why not?"
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Two US men hid in the bushes, staking out Brad. "He's good Simian..." one said.

"Very good indeed, Cajun." Simian responded. "Just the man we need to stop the Baron. We should tell Mega."

"Right, lets go."

Brad's a player. OH BOI. =O

Why didnt' they just shoot holes in his parachute though? 0-o

Aston Martin, THAT'S MINE!!!

Yay I'm in it. :3

cool

All the baddies were taken out And poor Dr. Julio without a gun.

Brad's a womanizer Like James Bond. We'll see more baby-making goodness later

Thanks guys

Pretty cool start. =. Very Bond-ish, or at least what I've seen of Bond. xD

I am officially interested.

That's what I was going for Brad mah boi =D

Chapter 1: The MB Alliance

Brad sat in his bed, his female friend sleeping next to him. Brad was smoking a cigar, and thinking of a brilliant escape from the woman he slept with last night. Being the big-shot secret agent he is, Brad doesn't stay with one woman too long. As he was deciding whether to go on a stealth mission in Russia or a commando operation in Venezuela, there was a knock on his apartment door. He got up, put a robe on, and walked to the door. He opened it, and was met by two men in black...actually a man and a woman in black.

The first noticeable thing about the man was his height. The man, a skinny 6'8" fellow, asked, "Sir, are you Brad Harper?"

Brad studied the the man and his female partner. "Maybe...who are you?"

The man sighed, and showed his fancy government badge. It said, "Zeke Freeman, US Government Agent."

Brad nodded, and said, "Yes I am...what do you want...Zeke right?"

"That is correct."

"What do you want?" Brad asked quietly, putting his hand in his pocket, should he need his laser pen.

Zeke was about to answer, when the female partner tugged on his sleeve. She was, as opposed to her partner, very short, about 5'5". "What is it Soma?" Freeman asked.

Soma pointed to Brad's attractive companion, who was waking up. "Shall I tranq, ZF?"

ZF nodded, and Soma quickly pulled out a pistol, and shot the woman, who slumped back onto the bed.

Brad looked at the MI6 Agent, and then quickly asked, "What the bloody hell was that? Just because I was gonna ditch her doesn't mean you had to kill her!"

"One night stands aren't healthy Brad, ask my buddy Fred."

"Who?" Brad asked confused.

"Never mind that," ZF started, "We're here to take you with us."

"Pardon me?"

"You're in the club now, Brad." Soma said. "MB-227, the Failsafe Squad. We're a secret agency of spys, soldiers, and misfits of society. And guess what? You're in."

Brad scracthed his head. "I was never notified...I'd think Jamie would have told me about this."

"Jamie, I assume you mean Commander James Franklin," ZF started. "Don't worry, our leader will brief you at the base. So get your crap, we have to go."

Lol XD Nice XP She got tranqued ((If that's a word)) and dude that's like 3-4 inches taller than I am now XD

lol it was interesting reminds me of dirt

"Don't worry, our leader will brief you at the base. So get your crap, we have to go."

^^^ This line keeps making me go LOL XDDD ZF is very direct. =)

Rofl numerous MBs, and Soma terminated. XD

Good job, xD

I better be in the next. :3

Gracias amigo ^_^ I'll make sure ur in.

And thanks to everyone else too.

ZF is freakishly tall. O.o

Lady friend got tranq'd!

Yus she did :3

Bad Brad is bad I see. In many aspects. XD
Ololol Zeke.

Thanks Mega =3