Agent Harrison

Every day, the world is plagued by terrorists and their threats to end the world. To counter these threats, the agency has trained a special and extremely talented CIA agent, Jack Harrison, and only assigned him to the most critical and dangerous missions. His latest assignment was to apprehend or kill a terrorist spy who had infiltrated the intelligence community using fake passports, fake ID, a fake background story and a fake CIA badge. He managed to steal highly classified and sensitive information intended only to be seen by those of the highest authority. Ahmed Al-Masri had been pretending to be an agent for the United States for years, all while wreaking havoc on America’s international peacekeeping efforts by selling information he gathered to Americas greatest enemies.

Intelligence had finally discovered that Al-Masri gathered and sold highly classified government documents that could endanger national security if they had fallen into the wrong hands thanks to a plan that was hatched by Agent Harrison. Jack had his nephew, who also had training in martial arts, pretend he was a lost child. When Al-Masri found his ‘parents’ for him, his nephew leaned in for a hug and planted a couple recording devices on Al-Masri. The CIA then recorded a conversation Al-Masri had with one of his buyers. Once the conversation was was examined and the buyer was traced, the agency had their evidence. They had been double crossed. It was now imperative for Agent Harrison to locate and retrieve these documents before they fell into the wrong hands.

Jack approached Ahmed, pulled out his side piece and told him to freeze.

“I have been expecting this day,” Al-Masri said, threw an explosive on the ground and disappeared in a shroud of smoke.

A search of the headquarters turned up nothing. Al-Masri had vanished.

Months had passed, and finally, after a long, intense investigation and hundreds of people working the case and questioning anyone they could get their hands on and water-board, Jack finally managed to trace Al-Masri to a hideout deep inside a heavily guarded enemy camp. The information Al-Masri stole was till unsold. He was presumably using it to pay for protection, promising to give it to whomever kept him alive. With time presumably running out, Jack had to act quickly. Jack dressed up as one of the locals, and using his disguise and a fake ID the CIA had made for him, began to make his way towards Al-Masri’s hideout.

Harrison devised a plan to scare Al-Masri into revealing himself and hopefully the location of the documents, if he hadn’t already hidden them somewhere else far away. Jack knew that this was unlikely though, as they were worth to much money for Al-Masri to let out of his site.

Jack discreetly infiltrated the old, decaying building that was once used as an airport terminal, carefully avoiding detection. As he approached the room where he believed Al-Masri was hiding, he knew he needed a diversion. He flicked his lighter on, threw it down and set a small fire ablaze in a nearby paper storage room. The flames crackled and roared, engulfing the space and creating chaos.

Alarmed by the ensuing havoc and sound of the fire alarms blaring, most people ran out of the building and a few attacked Jack and were shot. Seeing his bodyguards leaving, Al-Masri jolted up and ran out of the room and started running towards an exit. Jack, conveniently standing in Al-Masri’s way, took out his gun and shot the terrorist traitor in his knee, immobilizing him. Pain was etched into Al-Masri's face and blood began pouring out of his knee, giving the floor a thick red coat of paint. Ahmed fell to the ground and let out a loud ‘Oof.’

Still pointing his agency issued Glock at Ahmed, Agent Harrison approached his menacing target. After kicking Ahmed to make sure he wasn’t playing a trick, he picked Ahmed up, placed him in an old dirty plastic chair that was soldered to the ground, punched him in the face so hard it caused blood to fly out of his nose, then demanded to know the whereabouts of the documents that Al-Masri had stolen.

“Please, I don’t want to die, I’m a desperate man attempting to make a living,” Ahmed whined.

“You’re trying to make a living by selling information that can get people killed,” Jack screamed and punched Ahmed in the face again, this time knocking out several teeth.

“Please. The only people that will die are spy’s helping America to control and police the world,” Ahmed said, spat blood and attempted to smile, his lips only curling half way.

“You’re sick, my friend. We’re not trying to control the world, only protect our citizens. If that’s your mentality, it’s time to play a little hardball,” Jack said and took out a screwdriver.

“I like water-boarding better, but I forgot the water-bucket,” Jack said and smiled, then turned on the drill and slowly approached Ahmed’s open knee wound with it.

“Please, don’t. I’ll talk. I’ll tell you where the information is. It’s on a flash drive,” Ahmed said.

“I’ll turn off the drill, for now. As long as you hand over the flash drive,” Jack

In an attempt to save himself, Ahmed reached into his open knee cap and pulled out a flash drive, grimacing in pain the whole time.

“What the hell? You stored the flash drive inside you?” Jack asked.

“Inside… my… bones,” Ahmed said, still gasping for air. Al-Masri handed the flash drive to Jack, his body then turning pale and ceasing to function.

Jack smiled as the terrorist took his final breath. Jack's mind raced with excitement, he had succeeded in retrieving the classified information.

Jack returned to the CIA office.

“Agent Harrison,” Sarah Bella, his assistant, greeted him.

“God, it’s good to hear your beautiful voice again,” Jack said and smiled.

“Oh, your such a flirt. I won’t tell HR,” Sarah jested.

Jack handed the flash drive to his beautiful assistant, Sarah, who’s flowing elagent red dressed and shiny brown hair made her look like she was going to walk the red carpet later.

She quickly connected it to her secured computer server and began extracting the data. But instead of finding classified documents, the flash drive contained an image.

The image displayed the skeletal structure of a human, but was composed entirely of flash drives.

“This is a clever and strange method of concealing information. I’ve never seen a grin like it before,” Jack said, his jaw leaning to one side.

“Al-Masri used his own body as a vault to hide the classified data. That’s genius,” Sarah said.

Jack looked at the body and wondered how they got the flash drives inside the bones of Ahmed. The surgeon must have had incredible skill.

Agent Harrison took the body of Ahmed to see if he could figure out how to retrieve the other flash drives. He put the body on a cart, and walked to the CIAs highly advanced examination laboratory. He put gloves on his hands, goggles over his eyes, then got into a hazmat suit. Knowing Ahmed was full of tricks, even post mortem, he wasn’t taking any chances.

Jack carefully examined the skeletal structure. He video called Sarah.

“This is in readable. These flash drives are literally in the center of Ahmeds bones,” Jack told Sarah while shining a UV light at the skeleton.

Still puzzled, Jack was awestruck when bones and eventually the entire skeleton began to dissolve, revealing a plethora of hidden drives containing the classified information appeared.

“Are you seeing this?” Jack asked, sounding thrilled.

“Wow, that’s incredible. Ahmed went through great lengths to protect the flash drives. But you can’t beat the CIA, no matter how hard you play. Jack, your tenacity, integrity and ingenuity had prevailed. You’re a good agent, and you make me proud to be your assistant,” Sarah said. Jack blew a kiss to her.

The flash drives were then uploaded onto Jacks computer and he shared the files with Sarah. Each drive had the names, missions, locations and secret identities of hundreds of agents around the world, in addition to military base locations, weapons storage areas and plans showing how American engineers build the most advanced weapons in the world.

“Damn, it’s a good thing this information never got out. It would have been the end of us,” Jack said.

Word of Jacks hard work and accomplishment was whispered and gossiped about throughout the entire intelligence community, making Jack a legend.

To recognize his exceptional and outstanding achievement, the CIA awarded him with their highest honor, the prestigious CIA Top Honors Medal, cementing Jacks legacy forever. It was a testament to his relentless pursuit of justice and his unwavering commitment to protecting national security and the love he had for America.

Agent Jack Harrison's name became synonymous with bravery and resourcefulness. His extraordinary work uncovering the secret of the flash drives hidden in the skeleton ensured the safety of countless lives and reinforced the resilience and integrity of the intelligence community in the face of terrorism. But to Jack, it was all just another day on the job.