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I shrugged, and turned around. The agent promptly stabbed me
in the ass with a knife.

I screamed in pain and spun around, as the agent was tossing
an empty needle and syringe, not a blade, down the trash can.
"There. You ought to live now. Wish they had given me two
doses... damn these 'the victim is more important than you'
laws..."

"What the hell did you just do?" I asked, rubbing my sore
rump.

"I gave you the rage. Very experimental. Just remember, fear
is the survival trig--"

There was a deafening roar, as a running chainsaw blade jabbed
itself through the door, cutting away at the locking mechanism.
The agent's eyes went REAL wide behind the sunglasses as he fished
around his pockets for something lethal, but the door was open
before he could react.

A group of shoppers barged in, plowing into us full tilt.
#46336A was slammed against a wall, his nose jamming into the wall
and leaving a bloody smear as his head was pulled away. I hit the
stall I was leaning on shoulder first, a two hefty sized guys
pushed me against the wall. Another pair took the spy and braced
him against the wall.

The boy entered.

He was maybe seventeen, tops. A typical gothic punk, like
some of the jerks in my grade, wearing a dark overcoat and inch
thick glasses. He nodded to the men who held us at bay.

"Good work, gentlemen. I take it you, sir, are a Not-So-
Secret-Agent?"

"Happily employed," he joked. One of the men grunted and
punched him across the jaw, starting the constant flow of blood
from his nose.

"You, sir, have ruined my plans for the evening with your
lockout," the boy said, pointing an accusing finger. "Take his
coat."

"Not the coat!" the agent pleaded. "It's the only way I'll be
able to live--"

One of the men pulled out a knife, and sliced the coat off the
Agent, pausing only when it snagged on random bizarre mechanical