Danny Devito, Secret Spy (Part 2)

I step over the body of one of the temporarily stunned guards, who’s now bound with duct tape. I keep walking until I reach the edge of the massive gray warehouse. There was a door, which upon closer inspection was locked, but that wouldn’t be too much of a problem. I started this mission off with stealth, and it had its use, but no more. I’m gone blow the roof off of this whole operation. (Not literally, because it’d take a lot of explosives to blow the roof off the warehouse. So, you know, like a figure of speech. As in, like, oh never mind, you get it.)

I take a pistol out of its holster on my waist and aim it at the door knob. I fire, and then kick open the door. There’s about 35 people roaming around and sitting at computers, and surprisingly enough, none of them seemed to be armed.

Many of them ducked under desks, but some just froze. I heard somebody in the back yell, “No! They must have got them under control quicker than expected!”

One of the hackers a bit closer to me cried out, “We thought it wouldn’t work until two days from now!”

Confused, I said, “What? What are you people talking about?”

Someone close to me stood up and said, “We’re not idiots. We know that the government has you under control. We tried to stop it, but we weren’t quick enough. What now? You’re gonna kill us? Take us too?”

I looked at him and said, “Listen, I don’t know what you’re on about. Nobody can control the great Danny Devito. All I know is that you’re hacking into CCA’s system and trying to reveal what we do. You thought that you’d get away with it, but no. I’ll shut you down.

I swing my fist at his face, but he dodges it. He kicks me firmly in the leg, and I almost topple over. The fight is quickly put out when I land a firm hit to his jaw. His grabs his chin and says, “Is it true? You’re not under control yet?”

I say, “Under control? I work for them, but that’s it. What are you on about?”

“Can I show you an email, Mr. Devito, that may make you question your oh so amazing organization?"

“Hit me,” I respond, “but don’t expect to pull anything on me. I’ll be watching.”

He leads me over to a computer and quietly tells the person sitting there what to pull up, and in a matter of seconds an email from the CCA is on screen.

Dear Mr. President Ronald McDonald,

The plan is going successfully. We have the influencers working for us, and soon enough we’ll be able to implant the chip and they’ll be ours. There seems to be a hacking group going after our plans, and we’re going to send agent #249 to shut them down. Best regards,

The Ninja Turtles

“Well what the flippity flop does any of this mean? A chip? A plan?”

The man responds, “This is an email that we intercepted from the CCA to the president. If what we understand is correct then they’re going to put a chip in your brain to take control of you and the other celebrities that have been tricked into joining the little scheme. Their motives? No clue.”

“This is insane.” I say. All this, all I’ve worked towards, fake? An elaborate scheme made by the government? I’ve been tricked, as have the others. I’d have to shut this down. I’ll end CCA.