Fraction Atom:Double Agent
A splinter cell erotic parody
Chapter 1
by 
bluebomber
Your Dossier:
Name: Grant Miller
Age:27
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 85kg
Employment: CIA, 3rd Stratum, Field operative; undercover ops.
Notable Relations:
Layna "Grim" Sodder- good friend, data analyst.
Evan Bauthirt- Best friend, boss.
Samantha Fisher- Girlfriend, field operative; stealth ops.
Oct. 2, 2006, Monday, 7:00AM
CIA, 3rd Stratum headquarters.
You just entered the building, greeting every agent you see with enthusiasm enough to make anyone cringe. Why are you so happy, you ask? Why, because you recently passed the field operatives exams after 4 years working as a data analyst/coffee boy. Now you can go out on the field and do all the exciting things you've heard about from the other operatives, your girlfriend including. Better still, you've been handpicked by Evan Bauthirt, the master and chief of 3rd Stratum for a vital role in an upcoming mission.
You now stand in front of the meeting room, though, it seems you came far too early; the door is locked and nobody is around the area. On your left, you notice a sledgehammer, placed by a wall that was scheduled to be destroyed today. A bit to your right, you see a computer just beside the office; you decide to do some "research" while waiting for the rest of the team. Yes, by "research", I meant squeeze one off real quick. You use your computer skills which you acquired from your years as a data analyst to hack the computer and open up the internet.
Frankly, your taste in porn's pretty vanilla; guy on girl, every time. You begin wanking under the cover of the table for a good 10 minutes. You can feel your orgasm rising when you hear footsteps coming from down the hall; it's the secretary; a brunette babe named Tracey Day. She's got a reputation of being an absolute bitch both in and out of bed. No one will say it out loud, but everyone in the office knows that she has some shady connections that provide her with information about everyone in the CIA, and she uses the information to keep from getting fired, get raises, vacations, and all that. You panic; do you finish wanking, stop and hide, or smash everything with a sledgehammer like a lunatic and pretend that you were fighting a spy here?
Or, if you REALLY don't like any of those options, go ahead and make one up; if I like it, I'll go with it.