Author: The Toad herself

Adventures of the Black Toad and Just Agent

A cell phone rings….
“Hello?”
“This is Headquarters, identify yourself agent.”
“Secret agent Black Toad of the TIB, identification number 05.”
“Code?”
“23453243”
“You have been identified as agent Black Toad, patching through to Just Agent, ID number 570. Please hold a moment.”
Black taps her foot impatiently until a voice picks up on the other line.
“Hello agent.”
“Sir,” she replied.
“You have a mission. Your mission, if you choose to accept it: Accept?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Your mission is a continuance of a case a former agent ID number 002 was working on. This case is inactive and unsolved at the moment.”
“I see,” Black said rather uneasy as to why it was unsolved.
“Agent #002 was investigating a strange phenomenon involving a suspicious cult known as the CIB, Clowns in Black. While in the field, #002 mysteriously disappeared.”
“I see,” Black said thoughtfully.
“Your mission #05 is to locate the whereabouts of this secret organization.”
“And how would I go about doing this, Sir?” agent Black inquired.
“We believe agent #002 is being held hostage and cannot get a lock on his location.”
“I see…”
“You agent Black are highly trained for this mission. Your resourcefulness should prove helpful in this task, which is why you have been chose. A transport will be sent at your request.”
“Requested, Sir.”
“Your coordinates?”
“Grid 3a 4c.”
A computerized voice came over the phone:
<Transport launched, please stand by.>
Agent Black gathered some equipment and her wrist communicator and headed out the door to meet her shuttle.
Boarding pass and authorization code please.
Black scanned her boarding pass and typed in her authorization code.
<Confirm please and insert identification chip.>
Black did as she was instructed.
<Confirmed and accepted. May proceed with boarding process.>
Black loaded her equipment onto the shuttle and seated herself in the pilot’s chair.
<Presence noted, closing doors. Engage lighting>
The lights come on in the shuttle and the doors close quietly and seal. Black buckled her safety belt and prepared for deployment.
<Interactive auto pilot engaged…standing by for destination coordinates>
“CIB headquarters,” agent Black stated for the computer, “Quadrant 6b.”
<Error— please specify.>
“Specify? I cant specify….I don’t know the exact location,” Black protested.
<Error—location not found. Pleas key in specific destination>
Agent Black sighed… “This is great…”
<incoming message from agent #570, do you accept?”
“I accept.”
<Patching through to agent #570, one moment please…>
“Hello, Sir,” Black said.
“Making progress agent? Finding everything in good condition?” he inquired. Static interrupted the transmission for a moment, but then cleared.
“Can you hear me Sir?”
“Yes, state your status.”
“Well, Sir, I am at a bit of an impasse. I told the computer the quadrant at which CIB headquarters is supposedly in, but it claims that it is not in the database and cannot proceed without the exact grid.”
“That sounds like a problem indeed…” Agent #570 agreed.
“Any suggestions as to appropriate actions, Sir?” Black asked.
“I will send you an approximate location. Since we cannot get a lock on agent #002 we have nothing to go by. This is why Commander Toad chose you for this mission.”
“Get me as close as you can.”
“Agent #002 was last seen in Egypt, near Giza. Specifically the second pyramid. Maybe you can find some clues there agent,” agent said hopefully.
“We shall see.”
Static interrupted the transmission again, subsiding in a few minutes.
“Can you hear me, Sir?” Agent Black asked.
“Yes agent…damn AT&T. We’ve been meaning to go with Sprint PZS.”
“Yes, that may be a more efficient way of communication,” Black agreed.”
“Anyway, I am sending you the coordinates for Giza. They should be there momentarily.”
Agent Black sat patiently as the coordinates were printed and then replied, “I have them now.”
“Good, tell the computer the coordinates you’ve received. We can go from there.”
“Proceeding with coordinates,” Black stated as she looked at the paper. “Computer, destination: grid 4c 5e.”
“I am needed on another mission right now so I must leave the rest to you. If you are in need of further assistance tell the computer to patch you through to agent #570.”
“I will do so, Sir.” The transmission ended, and the computerized voice returned.
<Good evening agent #05, your coordinates are being located. Preparing for departure, would you like radio or television in the meantime?>
“Radio please,” Black requested. “And do you have any peanuts?”
<Auto pilot engaging. Radio: ON. Peanuts are stored to your left agent.>
Music started playing and the shuttle slowly ascended. Agent black looked to here left where there was a small refrigerator. “Ooooo, mini frig.” The door swung open revealing numerous snacks. The agent took a small bag of peanuts and closed the door.
<Drink or fries with that?>
“A Dr. Pepper please.”
<One Dr. Pepper.>
Black thanked the computer as a small robotic arm delivered the beverage. “How long till we reach our destination?” she inquired.
<2 minutes remaining.>
The engine thrusters started slowing down as the shuttle descended from to the surface. The landing gear set down and the small ship came to a complete stop.
<Destination reached, proceed with docking and unloading procedures??
“Proceed.”
<Proceeding>
Agent Black stepped out of the shuttle with her equipment and waited while the computer closed the door behind her. “Computer, maximum security.” A small force field surrounded the ship.
<Maximum security established.>
“Good. Enable comm. Device.”
<Enabled.>
“Contact agent #570.”
<Contacting…please stand by…Contact established.>
“Agent #05?” A voice came over the transmission. “Is the mission going well?”
“Yes Sir, we have arrived on destination.”
“Good.”
“I was just seeing if there was anything about this region that I should know before advancing.”
“Yes,” 570 explained, “there are some military outposts nearby that you should be aware of. Are you armed?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Are you equipped with your computer visual goggles?”
“Yes.”
“Armor?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What weapons are you carrying?”
“Level C phaser and light saber.”
“Good. I will assist you with satellite intel, agent.”
“Alright.”
“Your display should show you a map with the location relevant to you of the pyramid and the hostile operatives.” Agent #570 explained.
“I see. I am ready to proceed.”
“OK then.”
Black examined her display, noting the positions of the outposts. “First outpost: 10 yards due east.”
<Agent #05 please press the “new game” button on your wrist console…attempt at human humor…ha ha ha…but please press the green button on your wrist console. It will enable a pop up display of the most direct route to your destination.>
“Note agent, the computer has a bit of a….personality. Please bear with it…”
Black shook her head, and then did as she was instructed and viewed the route. “Sir I am going to go cloak, how long is my suit capable of projecting the cloak?”
“Approximately five minutes.”
“Hmmmm, I see,” she said staring intently at the path.
“And another thing agent, there is a wall blocking your route. There is a camouflaged lever that you must find that will open a door through it. This will provide you safe passage into the pyramid through an underground area. Good luck agent.”
“Thank you, Sir. I will contact you when I have reached that wall.”
“Alright. I will be standing by. Be careful agent.”
The transmission ended and agent Black set out towards the wall. She pressed a small button on her suit, enabling her cloak. She hastily wove her way through the outposts, drawing no attention. She finally reached the wall just as her cloak flickered and disappeared. She took cover in the shadows of the wall and contacted agent #570.
“I have arrived at the wall.”
“Did you find the lever?” he asked.
Agent black put on her goggles and scanned the area, locating the small lever. “I have it.” She pulled the lever and a loud ruckus of mechanical gears sounded just to her left. A door opened at the base of the wall and descended into the ground. “I am going in.”
“Be careful, agent Black.”
Black readied her phaser as she stepped into the opening. She proceeded cautiously into a long dark corridor. As she proceeded deeper and deeper into the tunnel she lost transmission with agent #570. When she finally reached the door at the other side and exited the transmission returned.
“Agent Black?”
“Here, Sir, I’ve reached the other side of the wall.”
“Explore the area and see if you can find any clues.” The agent instructed. “This was agent #002’s last seen location.”
Black sauntered along, looking for any signs of the clown-napped agent, and finally stumbled upon a small black box. “Sir, I think I’ve found something…” She scanned the contents for any harmful substances, and seeing that it was safe, used her phaser to remove the lock. She cautiously opened the box, revealing a small, handheld device. “I think this is it, Sir.”
“What? What is it?”
“There is a small device.”
Suddenly a slight disturbance ruffled from behind. Black spun around to see a guard.
“Company? Take the handheld and go!” the agent commanded.
Black raised her phaser as she began backing toward the door. The guard fired and missed. Black returned a shot and the guard fell to the ground. Black made her way back through the wall corridor.
“Agent? What’s going on?”
“Guard down, I’m fine.” Black confirmed.
As Black exited the wall another guard came into view. Black fired and hit him in the side. He fell wounded.
“What is happening now?”
“Another guard down, wounded.”
“Maybe you can ask him some questions.”
Black approached the guard, keeping her phaser on him at all times.
“What do you know about the CIB and their involvement with a TIB agent, #002?”
The guard breaks down crying and mumbling something about “his mommy” and not wanting to die. Black averted her eyes, avoiding an awkward moment. Finally, when his moment of hysteria has passed he says, “I don’t know much about it. I heard my superiors talking…something about a device that they couldn’t find…That’s all I know! I swear!”
Black looked at him for a moment, as his sobs were quieted and his breathing ceased.
“Proceed agent.”
Agent Black continued to her shuttle and made it without any further challenges. She boarded and took her place in the pilot’s seat. She pulled the device she’d found out of her pouch and began examining it. She found a port on the bottom of it that was used to hook it up to another computer.
“Status agent?” Agent #570’s voice came over the comm.
“I am fine, Sir. I am back on the shuttle and was looking at the device. I am going to plug it into the main computer.”
“Proceed.”
Black plugged the handheld into the main computer. A screen popped up containing a folder.
“What are your findings?”
“There is a folder labeled CIB. I am opening it now.” She clicked on the folder and opened it. Detailed maps and instructions on the location of the covert organization filled the screen. “I think we’ve found what we’ve been looking for.”
“Good, it is about time. What do you see?”
“I am forwarding the information to you now.”
“Yes, this appears to be it,” agent #570 concluded. “Up for another mission, agent?”
“Why of course sir.”

<to be continued>