Michael sat cross-legged at the concert hall listening to the music. all of a sudden, his pager started beeping. He hated it when the pager interrupted interesting things, well granted it was a school concert but still. He hurried outside to answer his phone. It was Agent Glox, and he needed a lot of help in some Dsubjkfgjkhiovian Country. Michael hurriedly called his driver: he may have been an intergalactic spy, but he still couldn’t drive.
His driver came shortly and took him to the nearest spaceport where he got into his private space ship. It was a 200-foot tall affair with fusion generators that produced 7 million pounds of thrust. It glimmered in the late afternoon light, looking just like a typical cruiser (it was an undercover vehicle).
Michael strapped in and ignited the engines and took off in a roar of smoke. He felt the full pull of 10 g forces as he neared mach 9.9. He wondered what was going to happen to him this time.
As Michael neared the asteroid belt several lkuluian fighters began to close in and a transmission between the two ships began.
“Good morning Mr. Michael," the Ikuluian chief began. “It has come to my attention that you are going to prevent a large war from happening on planet Dsubjkfgkhiov, we need that war to happen and if it doesn’t, well lets not go there. Now if you turn around you and Earth will be left alone, if you refuse to cooperate then things won’t be too pretty.”
“Let me on my way!” demanded Michael. “ I am a member of the company of Intergalactic Spies, and it is a federal offense to keep me from going anywhere.”
“Once we’re done no one will be able to trace this unfortunate event to us. Open fire, men!” exclaimed the Ikuluian chief. There was a loud zapping in the vast atmosphere of space, and a cloud of smoke.
What will happen to Michael?! Tune in next time to Learn!
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