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A hot and humid day in Punjab, as it always is. The paved streets are dusty and loud, the pollution is hard to bare but you get used to it. Punjab has just been overfilled ever since Pakistan has been deducted to this one small province. The leaders know however, that Pakistan itself outside of Punjab is too small for now. As it is, the Punjab and Pakistan’s size are good as it is. Moose knew this as well. He was trimmed well by the Pakistani Secret Services. An agent of class and stature, sophisticated and also a cunning gentleman. He could kill a man with a pocket watch and sip on a sex on the beach at the same time and if anyone were to witness it their minds would blow due to it’s sheer magnificence and grace.

Therefore, his mission appeared peculiar to him, but there had to be a reason that they would send him on this mission. He was sipping on an Indian tea at a café on the other side of the street. The restaurant he was watching had a terrace, on the terrace was an informant. This informant was a double-spy. He would filter the Iranian multi’s false information and give all the information to the Pakistanis. As of late, however, the informant was beginning to be untrustworthy and after this mission it was Moose’s responsibility to take him out.

For now however, the informant has to do his job. Moose continued to read his newspaper whilst the informant waited, hooked to a microphone. Moose heard everything the fool muttere😛
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” “Don’t worry, no one knows you or wants to know you.” Moose replied “Just find out when they will pull off their agents from Punjab as our chiefs agreed with them and you’ll be done for today.” “I don’t think they’ll pull off.” “They will, Iranian and Pakistani relations have improved. Once this is done you can have a normal life again.” “My life was never normal.” “Shut up he is coming.”

The Iranian agent arrived per motorcycle. He calmly walked to the informant’s table and picked up a menu. He pushed a piece of paper across, as far as Moose could tell probably the paper with the secret word so they knew who they were dealing with. The informant only nodded, but Moose realized he didn’t even look at the paper. It seems boss was right, he was out of our grip. The Iranian agent lowered the menu and then began to talk after ordering a water. “So, what are our Punjabis up to today?” “They are going to let you go out of the country. You will go right?” the agent was silent.

“Everything is under control.” The agent then finally replied after a brief silence. The informant shook his head “I wish…” the Iranian agent then threw the glass of water at the informant, took out a gun and shot at the informant, five times. The shots echoed through Moose’s head. He put his hands on his ears for a moment then stood up to see where the agent went. He was trying to take off on his motorcycle, so Moose quickly ran towards a man on a bike “Good sir, I need your bicycle for government affairs. Once I have completed my business you shall receive your bicycle. Any damage to this bicycle will not be in my responsibility but in the responsibility of the government of Pakistan. Thank you” the old man simply nodded and Moose jumped onto the bicycle.

He sped behind the motorcycle and caught up quickly, due to his massive leg muscles. He quickly aligned behind the agent and power-jumped onto the agent’s back, catapulting him and the agent off the bike into a nearby ditch. Moose got up and quickly dusted off his suit, the agent however had broken all the bones in his… body? Moose looked carefully at the body and realized that it was sparking, instead of bleeding. The bones were not bones, but metal sheets. The eyes began to glow reddish and stared deep into Moose. He shook off the piercing hypnosis attempts and told the Iranian multi-robot “See you later.” And lobbed off it’s head with a swift kick.

It was a good day. A good day against multi’s and a good day in and for Pakistan.