[CHAPTER ONE: DEFENSE]
It had been a while since my last mission for Flood, considering that my last heroic action had bought the Merovingian some much needed peace and a very sizeable profit in his very prosperous organization.
"Whaaaaaaaaaat," Alec whined.
"Don't give me that tone, boy," Flood snarled. "I told you that if you wouldn't take that mission, I wouldn't give you another."
"But it's so boooooriiiiiing."
"That's why I'm giving it to you. There's absolutely nothing that could possibly go wrong, for once."
"Whatever." Alec hung up.
A disasterous army of heathens was bearing down on the Merovingian's doorstep, and without my dramatic and excellent timing, he would have been destroyed utterly, leaving the Matrix with a great loss in influential leadership.
Guard duty. Guarding is so boring. Standing around for hours on end with no action, just because the janitor had to step out and nobody had a key. If nobody had a key, how did they get in there in the first place? This place is just too dusty. What's supposed to be here, anyway? Alec tried the other door in the small room that didn't lead out into the stairwell. Another dusty little room, with a lone computer. Probably some network side link for communications or something. Boring. Boring.
The great army of evil doers, impeded only by their own incompetence, came upon me and knew then what fear truly was.
Suddenly, the doorknob rattled. Alec yelped and instinctively looked around for something to hide behind. The computer? No, wait, he had a gun! He grabbed at it and immediately sprayed the door with a hailstorm of bullets.
One by one, they all fell by my hand, until I stood, victorious, atop a mountain of their formerly blood-thirsty bodies, the Merovingian himself kissing my feet in great adoration.
Cautiously, Alec peeked outside the door. Sprawled on the dusty, now bloody, carpet, lay the janitor he had been assigned to cover, very dead.
"Whoops. Aww, Flood's gonna dock--awwww!"
