There I was, covered in the ashes of the building, the blaring siren getting closer. I coughed and walked over to the door. More burning, falling ashes as I got closer. I was about 2 feet away from the double glass doors that were the entrance. The doors, as well as part of the roof came crashing down, debris skidding across the pavement. This was my only chance of getting out, and it was gone. I fell down to my knees. I sit for a moment, just thinking, and tears sting my eyes. I looked around. This is really where I'm going to die. In some random gas station… alone. I tried remembering my past. Who was I before the agency? Why did I join? Did I have anyone? I heard a motorcycle engine rev twice. I looked through the cracks in the fallen wood. It was the man from earlier. The one who knocked out the two men. He drove into the door and broke through it. 

“Get up, kid,” he said in a deep but muffled voice. I recognized his voice from my past, nothing from after I joined the agency. He held his hand out to help me get up from the ground. I grabbed his gloved hand, and he pulled me up. 

“We need to get these two out,” I cough. 

“I got the best tool for that,” he pulled out a little glowing circle from a pocket in his tan jacket. He threw it in between the two men and two little lines came out and wrapped around them. 

“What does it do?” I question, fascinated.

“Pick up the circle and you’ll see,”

 I went over and picked them up. I was surprised they weighed less than a pound each. 

“Once you pull them out, come back in and I'll get you to your friend,” he said. 

I nod at him, and pull the two men out over by the gas tanks. The motorcyclist pressed a button on the dashboard, and a side car came out from part of his motorcycle. Without hesitation, I hopped in and he handed me a helmet. He drove through the wall and turned to face Chicago. “Ready?” He asked with his deep muffled voice. I had a feeling if I said no, he would still go so I just nodded. He quickly drove off and onto the road. “YEEHAW'' He screamed. I cringed at him yelling that. “This will be about a 30 minute drive” he began, the wind catching his voice, “Are you good with that?”

“Yes,” I replied. Once we arrived in the city, he pulled over and moved his sleeve up to reveal a nice shiny gold Rolex watch. The sunlight bounced off of it, and a gold reflection took hold of my eyes for a moment, and I blink it away. He tapped it twice, and a navigator appeared on it. 

“What's your partner's name, kid?” he asked. 

“I can't tell you. It's classified information,”

I couldn't tell if he was a spy or not. 

“Well, then we can't get to him,” 

I thought for a moment, weighing my options, then an idea popped into my mind. “Here, I will drive and navigate to him through the watch,”

 He thought for a moment then replied “Okay,” He hopped off. I get out of the sidecar, and into the motorcycle. I notice the keys still in the ignition. Here's my chance, I thought. I quickly pulled back on the gas, and the motorcycle went flying forwards. He started chasing after me yelling “You thief! Get back here, kid!” Then, the yelling stopped. I looked back to see him launching a grapple at me. I reach out with my right hand, and swiftly grabbed it by the rope as it was an inch away from my face and cast it aside. It flew away, bouncing off the concrete for a minute, then attached to the side car. The masked man pressed a button launching him towards the car. I swerved to the left, making him hit a car with a family in it. A loud THUD, then quickly after a few screams from the family.

 The man ripped off the car door with his bare hands, and threw it to the ground. He planted his feet  on it so he wouldn't fall. He pressed the same button from earlier and it slowly took him to my sidecar. The metal scratched the concrete, screaming in protest as hot sparks flew. I tried driving faster, but eventually he caught up and hopped in the sidecar. 

“Hello,” he said with a wicked, twisted grin, then threw a punch at me. I quickly dodged the punch. I threw a punch at him but he dodged it as well. With one hand on the handlebars, I grabbed a sleeping dart that was supposed to go to one of my guns, then jabbed it into his neck. He collapsed into the sidecar. I pressed the button that made the sidecar appear earlier. Nothing happened. I pressed it again. Nothing happened again. I looked around for some way to get this side car off. I turned my head, facing the sidecar and figured that if I kicked the side car hard enough, it would come off. I kicked it over and over again until it came off. It tumbled across the road. Once it was gone, I went faster so he couldn't find me in case he woke up. I drove off with a smug smile on my face. Once I figured I was  far enough, I stopped, then tapped my watch twice, and a navigator pulled up.

 “Where to, agent .837?” The automated voice said. “Take me to agent 2,'' I responded. 

“Yes, sir,” 

Once the direction showed up, I pulled back on the handle and the motorcycle went off faster than a blink driving off to find my partner.