Before them stood a short, pudgy man in a fine tuxedo. He was holding a silenced pistol and he looked like he knew how to use it. He had a survival pack on and a poncho. What interested the captain most, however, was the silver rose badge pinned on his chest. The Order of the Silver Rose was a secret organization in all parts of the world. They are dedicated to keeping order in the world. They act as a ruler for criminals; if The Order of the Silver Rose was after you, it means that you are causing lots of havoc around the world and that the normal governments are incapable of subduing the mastermind. A standard Silver Rose agent is equipped with a smg, a silenced pistol, a survival pack, whatever gadgets are required for the current mission, and armour piercing rounds. For capture missions, they would have tranquillizer darts. All of the suspects’ eyes widened. They forgot all about the soldiers they were fighting and charged the agent. The agent swung his sleeve and a stun baton unfolded. Victor gasped. The stun baton is a weapon that was rumoured to have been in the testing phase for quite a while. It works on the principle of shocking the person on the receiving end into a comatose state by electrocution. Just the stun baton wasn't enough. The tranquillizer darts dropped a few assailants as they came. A few swift blows later, the assailants were all down. The colonel and the soldiers stared dumbfounded as they felt the dominance and danger rolling of this man in waves. As the man turned to them, Victor felt his courage shrink to the size of a nickel. “Hello there.” Said the man “If you are done gawking, you could help me tie these guys up. I’m not a one-man army you know!” Everyone snapped out of their daze and went to help. Afterwards, they all sat down for a cup of tea. And scones. One thing that will surprise you is that even though we Brits are on a dangerous mission, three things will be ever-present in our packs; teabags, scones, and heavy cream. Hey, if the queen has some everywhere she goes, why shouldn’t we? They discussed many things. The first and foremost was a threat. As the Silver Rose agent explained, the suspects weren’t your typical high-IQ criminal gang. They were, in fact, underlings of the Crimson group. The Crimson group was a group of individuals who commanded masses of wealth who wanted all the riches for themselves. They buy out companies, buy (and steal when they can’t buy.) artwork, and collapse governments. After came a list of all the heinous crimes committed. They ranged from petty theft to terrorism. Just last week a government lost nearly all of its yearly revenue because someone had funded the rebels with state of the art M16s and C4s. Yesterday a telephone box had been stolen right off the streets of London. A note left at the crime scene read “Courtesy of the Crimson group. We hope to see you at our grand opening of London Miniature!” After this explanation, the agent hastily introduced himself as Lannan DeBrun. Looking at Victor and Francis he began “Say, you two were a pretty good duo back there, taking out people left and right. You wouldn’t happen to want to be recruited, right?” Victor and Francis exchanged a look at each other, and Victor replied “Maybe, what does it entail?” Lannan said, “It comes with dental, healthcare, insurance, CPS, supplies, pay, high-risk high reward, and best of all, free food.” “Why is the food part the best?” Inquired Francis. “Well, we only hire chefs who have worked in Michelin Star restaurants, use only fresh ingredients, and buy from local businesses, so that fried fish at the fish fry was captured less than twenty-four hours ago and has never been frozen, giving you the best taste possible. The opening of a chocolate factory- independent, of course, it gives rise to the possibility of chocolate crepes and ice cream nearly every day. What do you say, fellas?” Victor took one look at Francis and saw that he was drooling. “We are in,” He decided. “Or at least I am. You coming Francis?” Francis gave a vigorous nod and shook Lannan’s hand. Everyone packed their bags and bid each other goodbye. Lannan, Victor, and Francis boarded a helicopter that took them to a non-conspicuous oil rig somewhere in the Atlantic, dropped them off, and flew off. Lannan gestured for the two to follow him and they walked until they reached the storage facility. Lannan proceeded to open the hatch on one of the large tanks full of oil, or that's what it looked like. The inside was an empty tank with metal pipes extending into the interior, Lannan nonchalantly tugged on one of the pipes and the entire structure shuddered, slowly, the bottom of the tank began to descend. As the metal casing slowly descended, it was revealed that there were long glass windows approximately two feet thick making a three-foot band along with the impromptu elevator. There was a thriving metropolis down under the sea. Victor started out as they slowly descended.

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