Why NOT to be an agent

Saturday. Time: 0500 hours. Location: A small town in Colorado.

What time is it?" She asks while holding both their watches to synchronize.

He replies, only flicking his eyes from the road to the dashboard clock for an instant. "About five in the morning. We're almost there." 

They pull up to the building and survey the entrance. One door, three guards, all pretty tired.

"You take the two on the left, I'll take the one on the right?" He asks her.

"Fine, but you better not take longer than me." She replies tersely, getting into the right frame of mind for what they have to do.

They burst out of the car and sprint to the doorway, catching the guards by surprise. Three guards, and thirty-five seconds later, they're in the doorway. 

 "Well.. That was slightly easier than I expected," she muses, "but we still need to find the objective."

 "Aw, quit being such a worrywart." He replies "This mission was supposed to be a piece of cake even before they stepped up security."

She glances at him. This is the agent she's trained with her whole life. How can he still be so naïve? "That's what bothers me! They NEVER give us easy missions. What's different this time?"

 "Beats me," he replies, "but I'm glad for a change of pace."

 She nods in agreement and chases after him up the stairs. They reach a corridor that they had seen on their map the previous day. Their minds flash back for a moment, each remembering the briefing, three short days ago.

Saturday. Time: 1230 hours. Location: Great Britain.
"Now, the mission parameters for your next assignment are simple," Agent 63 explains, "Locate target, confront him, use any methods you must to extract the object. Do not leave him, or anyone you suspect to be affiliated with him, alive. The object you are being charged to return is a prototype a client of ours has created. We do not know what it is, or why it was stolen. Only that it must be returned and the thieves must be eliminated. Agent 4, Agent 5, this mission is without a doubt the easiest you've ever had. None of the members responsible for giving it to you has any doubts you will succeed with flying colors. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" Agents 4 and 5 says simultaneously.

"Excellent. I have enclosed all information we think you may find useful in THIS folder. Once you have memorized this, dispose of it." Agent 63 instructs them.

As he hands Agent 4 the folder, he smiles slightly. HE knows that they will either succeed, and without a doubt be rewarded with a promotion, or die a terrible death at the hands of the people they are going to try to kill.

"Good luck agents. Your flight leaves in three hours, and I'll see you again in a couple weeks." He shakes hands with them, then they turn around and exit the room.

 Saturday. Time: 0512 hours. Location: Colorado.

 As both agents scan the room they believe the target to be located in, they do a brief mental check on all their equipment, and a quick recital of what their plan will be once they breach the room. 

Agent 5 flashes quick hand signals to his partner, triple checking that they're on the same page. "Eliminate all targets except the prime upon entry. Scan perimeter, investigate joining rooms. Minimal noise."

Agent 4 nods and finishes setting the breaching charge.

3.  2.  1.

The shaped charge blasts the door inwards, showering the room inside with wooden and metal slivers. The two agents slip inside the room and spread out, quickly dispatching the four guards placed around the room. Their main target hasn't moved a muscle. He calmly keeps sitting in his chair, with the back to the door. He knows who's been sent after him, and knows there will be no escape. Maybe for now, in the heat of the moment while his staff is being systematically cut down, but his predators are much more than simple agents. He smiles, hoping that his gamble will be worthwhile.

"D-don't shoot me!! I have it here." He lifts the case from his lap up into the air with both -shaking- hands. Turning his chair, he quickly rearranges his face into a mask of submissive fear. "I, I haven't even opened it yet. Y-you can take it."

"Quit your lies, target." Agent 5 never refers to their targets as anything but that. For him, they aren't anything else anyways. "We know you opened it, that's how we found you." He knocks on the lid of the case before removing it from the man's hands. "There's a GPS transmitter located in the lid, it activated as soon as you flipped the latches."

"Well, in any case," the man nervously gestures to the fallen bodies, "was this really necessary?"

"Look I'm getting real tired of your stupid comments. You can either stop talking, or we'll just have to explain how in the heat of battle you somehow stole my gun, and blew your own head off with it." Not that my superiors would ever allow this target to be eliminated, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Agent 4 chuckles at her own joke, which makes their target seem even more nervous. "Is there anything you'd like to mention before we take you back with us?

Their target looks up from his cufflink he'd been nervously fiddling with. "W-well, if you aren't going to kill me, I'll need to get my medicine from that table." He gestures to a table placed in front of the large window spanning the wall of the room.

Agent 5 nods at him, and he moves over to the table. After picking up his medicine, he turns back to the agents, already messing with his cufflinks again. "Oh... also, one other little thing. You wouldn't mind if I..."

The target falls straight to the floor, as the two gunners on the adjacent building fire their dart guns through the window, hitting the two agents. The darts, loaded only with an almost-instant tranquilizer, still have enough force behind them to knock the agents to the floor. As the tranq flows into their bloodstream, Agent 4 hits the button on her watch setting up an emergency beacon. Agent 5 looks over at her, with a glare cold enough to make her wince. "I TOLD YOU THIS MISSION WAS TOO EASY!!!"

I know... but that's what they have us for. Agent 4 thinks sadly as she slips into unconsciousness. Hopefully he engaged the... what was he supposed to engage?

Their target hops up, inspects the damage to his suit from the fallen glass, and strides over to the agents and nudges one with his toe. "Sound asleep. Well, I'm glad that worked!" He chuckles to himself as he picks up a pistol from next to one of his fallen associates. "Sorry pals, but business is business. Heck.. I sound like someone from one of those cheap tv dramas." Shrugging, he fires two rounds into each of their heads while pulling a cellphone from his back pocket. After a few rings, it picks up. "Hello? Yeah it's done. Nope, they just sent two agents like you expected. I know, right? Classic Brits. I still got the case. See you soon" He drops the phone, and puts two rounds in it as well.
He brushes himself off once more, picks up the case, and walks out of the building and into the early morning.