far wall. He smiled.

‘’Bout time you guys. Now come on, we have to save that crash survivor.’’ Charlie replied smugly as he led the team across the catwalk and to the electric-door. This time, it was locked. Brent pressed the button. The door opened to reveal four heavily armed guards. Charlie aimed and fired. The guards fell easily. Charlie then ran into the room and pulled out some explosives. He planted them and ran back. The bombs exploded, creating a huge hole in the wall. All five agents ran through the door and found the alternate entrance to the hiding place. They walked in and saw that the survivor was waking up. He sat up and looked around.

‘’I’m alive,’’ he spluttered, ‘’I thought I was a goner! Brent? Balto? What is going on?’’

‘’Rail Wolf?!’’ Balto questioned. Charlie even seemed surprised.

‘’Yup, it’s me. I was in the way when Charlie here tried to save Sasha. I had been walking by when I saw something happening, so I went over to investigate. I was then shoved into that strange machine and I ended up in a space ship. This must be that game Perfect Dark™, huh?’’ Rail Wolf asked. Brent nodded.

‘’It appears that Klondike must have something big planned. Whatever it is, we have to stop it. But first, we have to get outta this hell hole.’’

All six entered the hangar again and saw a Maian craft tethered to the floor. Known to many as Greys, the Maians were a race of aliens that had been orbiting the planet since they discovered life on its surface about seven hundred years ago. Rail Wolf, even though he was not a Maian himself, seemed to know how to fly this strange craft.

‘’Uh oh, it only has five seats,’’ he replied grimly, ‘’one person’ll have to stay behind and open the hangar doors.’’

‘’Well Rail Wolf, since you know how to fly this thing, get in it!’’ Balto exclaimed. Rail Wolf nodded and jumped into the driver’s seat. Brent nodded.

‘’I’ll open the doors.’’ He said. Kodi shook his head.

‘’But what about you? There’s gotta be another way out of here, right?’’ he questioned.

‘’I’ll get out on that hover bike,’’ Brent explained as he ran for the first console, ‘’now cover me.’’

Brent typed away on the console just as a slue of guards poured out the hole in the wall. Kodi, Balto, Sasha and Charlie held them off, and soon Brent was at the second console. He turned to the four and yelled, ‘’get in the ship damn it!’’

The four agents ceased their fire and jumped into the craft. The hangar doors opened and the Maian ship flew out into the sky. Brent then turned to the exit. He had to escape. There was a hover bike floating on the ground near the hiding place, so all Brent had to do was ride the bike down the maintenance shaft and go out the hangar door in the room where Charlie met them. Easier said than done. The bike would have to fit into the small hallways and squeeze by the containment capsules in the cryo room. Brent jumped over the guard-rail and headed for the bike. He leaped on and flew toward the door. It opened and a guard walked right into the bike’s path. Brent slammed right in him, throwing the poor guy backward into the wall, killing him upon impact. Brent shook off the shock and continued on.

Brent smashed through the cryo room door and surprised the guards within. They didn’t have time to fire before they were under the hover bike. Brent burst through the maintenance room door and headed for the emergency hangar. The door at the end was locked tightly, so he couldn’t get through. Brent jumped off the bike and walked to a control pad that sat just a bit out of the way. He pressed a few buttons and the door opened. Brent jumped onto the bike and rocketed out the door, emerging in the area where Sasha had nearly died just an hour before. Above, he saw a CI Jump ship. He was heading back to HQ. The Carrington Institute.

Carrington Institute, June 27th 2355, 6:34 AM,

The head of the Carrington Institute, Daniel Carrington, sat behind his desk as the five agents sat and listened. Carrington was a 62 year old Boarder Collie with a grey business suit and a black tie.

‘’Good job in rescuing the Maian crash survivor agents,’’ he replied in a Welsh accent, ‘’but unfortunately, we seem to have another problem on our hands. You see, while you were rescuing Rail Wolf, a meeting between Cassandra De Vries and the head of the National Security Association, Trent Easton occurred at the G5 Building. We managed to gain this holo-tape of the meeting thanks to one of our other agents,’’ Carrington then handed Balto the tape, ‘’Easton is planning to kidnap the President of the United States on his private plane Air Force One. Your mission is to stop Easton. Give this tape to the President.’’

All five gave a unanimous agreement and walked out.

The Alaskan Presidential Base, Brooks Range, Alaska, 3:49 AM,

The five agents had been split up in teams. Team A-1 (Brent and Balto) were to sneak into the base and rendezvous with Team B-1 (Kodi and Charlie.) Sasha was Team C-1, and her job was to infiltrate the base posing as a presidential entourage. But first she had to obtain a disguise. Sasha had be equipped with a sedating crossbow which could knock someone out or kill them depending on which setting the shooter used. Sasha peeked out from behind the base and saw the cable car with the presidential entourage heading toward the docking bay. With her were two guards, both armed with Super Dragons, a variant of the original version. Sasha sneaked up to the small tunnel that led to the station. She armed her crossbow and waited. Sure enough, the entourage walked around the corner. Sasha fired. The woman screamed and fell backward. Just as Sasha was about to grab to disguise, the guards came running in. They rose their weapons and replied, ‘’freeze!’’

Sasha rose her hands and answered, ‘’well of course I’m going to freeze. It’s Alaska after all.’’

The lead guard wasn’t amused. He rose his Super Dragon and said, ‘’you think you’re funny, eh? Well, laugh at this!’’

He then fired, and the second guard followed. Sasha ducked behind the tunnel wall and pulled out her gun. It was a Falcon 2 with a scope, just like in the game. She loaded it and took a deep breath. Sasha jumped out from behind the wall and fired. The second guard to shoot got a bullet in between his eyes, while the lead guard took three bullets in his heart. Sasha then grabbed the disguise and changed into it. Sasha hid her Falcon 2 and walked through the front doors of the base. The secretary at the front desk was an Australian Shepherd. She wore a simple red business dress and spoke in a sweet voice.

‘’Good afternoon.’’ She replied. Sasha nodded.

‘’Good afternoon to you as well.’’ She answered. The secretary then unlocked the door that led to the inside of the base.

‘’You know the way from here.’’ She replied as Sasha walked into the base. She ducked into the women’s washroom and contacted Teams A-1 and B-1.

‘’A-1, B-1 this is C-1. Come in.’’ she whispered over her comm. link.

‘’C-1, this is B-1,’’ came Charlie’s voice over the line, ‘’where is your position?’’

‘’I’m in the washroom near the front doors.’’ Sasha answered.

‘’Oh, sorry Sasha. I’ll wait until you’re done.’’ Charlie remarked. Sasha sighed and dropped the link. She had to temporarily disable the security so that she could sneak onto AF1 without being noticed. The security computer was on the top floor, but the access stairs were somewhere around her current local. Sasha exited to washroom and walked down a hallway. She then found the stairs. Sasha walked up them and saw a white-clad German Shepherd guard near the computer. Sasha began to type away, yet the guard just stood there. When she had completed her hacking, a dataDyne renegade jumped out and shot at her. Sasha turned and shot him dead. She then walked over to the guard and tapped him on the shoulder. His body collapsed into a heap. It was a dummy; a fake guard. Sasha had no time to worry about him though. She had to get onto AF1. Teams A-1 and B-1 should have already managed to get onto the ship, but Sasha had to find it and board it as well. And what was worse was that AF1 was going to take off in about ten minutes. Sasha had to move. She reloaded her Falcon 2 and ran down the hallway, defeating guards left, right and centre. Finally, she reached the hangar where the presidential plane was being kept. Sasha hid her pistol and walked calmly onto the plane, unaware of what would happen later on. Air Force One’s engines turned on and roared to life. It taxied on the spot and moved out into the Alaskan snowstorm. A few seconds pause, and the plane flew into the air.

Sasha met up with her team mates in AF1’s cargo hold. Brent relayed the mission objectives to the rest of the agents.

‘’Okay guys now that we’re on Air Force One, we have to warn the President about Easton. Sasha, since you are in an entourage disguise, you show him the holo-tape. Meanwhile, we’ll lay low until the President is on our side.’’

Sasha nodded and