"Whoa, easy there, boys! Watch the fabric! This is a cotton-poly blend, and it does not handle stress well!" Henry yelled, spinning his ergonomic chair like a top to avoid their grasp."Get him! Don't let him wriggle away!" the first guard grunted, his beefy hand missing Henry’s shoulder by a millimeter and slamming into the partition."How did you—how are you moving so fast?!" Jackson started, his eyes widening in shock as his pristine suit was nearly brushed by the spinning chair."Yoink!" Henry shouted. With a lightning-fast flick of his wrist, he snatched the manila folder right out of Jackson's hand. "Thanks for the light reading material, Jackie boy! I'll make sure to file this under 'fictional garbage'!""My folder! He took the file!" Jackson screamed, his voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek. "Grab him! He's making a mockery of our corporate security policy! He's a flight risk, you idiots!""See ya, wouldn't want to be ya!" Henry cheered, kicking off the desk and launchin

"Holy paperclips!" Henry shrieked, his voice cracking as the twin metal prongs of the taser hissed through the air directly toward his chest. "Swerve, swerve, swerve!"With his Agility Boost running on pure, high-octane panic, Henry’s body twisted at a grotesque, physics-defying angle. His spine popped in three distinct places, but the trajectory of his desperate dodge was absolutely flawless."Take that, gravity!" he yelled, tumbling onto the cold concrete landing as the prongs whistled past his nose by a mere fraction of an inch.CLANG!The shiny metal prongs slammed directly into the rusty iron railing of the fire escape stairs, wrapping their copper wires tight around the metal."Wait, what is that weird buzzing noise?" Bruce asked, his massive, meaty hand firmly clamped onto the iron banister as he took another slow step upward."Oh, no," the wire-haired thug whispered, his eyes widening as he stared at the glowing indicator on his weapon. "Bruce, let go of the rail! Let go of th

"I am not doing a cabaret dance, and I am definitely not going to suffer from permanent squeaky-toy hiccups," Henry muttered to himself, pressing his ear firmly against the frosted glass pane of VIP Lounge 3."Mew," the orange-and-white kitten squeaked softly from his breast pocket, its tiny whiskers tickling Henry’s chin."Shh, little buddy," Henry whispered, raising his smartphone. "We are in the middle of high-stakes corporate espionage. If Jackson hears us, he’s going to turn us both into permanent liabilities. Now, let's see if this microphone can pick up their conversation."Through the thick glass, Jackson’s smug, nasal voice drifted out, sounding entirely too confident."The database is fully compiled, Mr. Sterling," Jackson said. "Every single client profile, proprietary financial algorithm, and transaction history is on this encrypted drive. It’s a clean sweep.""And you are certain the forensic trail points entirely to your annoying accountant friend?" another voice asked—a

"This is it, Henry! We’re trapped! We are literally canned sardines in bespoke suits!" Mr. Sterling shrieked, his hands frantically clawing at the seamless steel plates of the security shutters. "Do something! You’re the one with the high-speed kung fu!""I am trying to calculate our options, Sterling, but you screaming in my ear is severely affecting my mental processing speed!" Henry yelled back, his back pressed against the cold metal barrier."Mew," the kitten whimpered from his pocket, shivering against his chest."I know, buddy. It's a highly stressful work environment," Henry whispered, gently patting the tiny orange head. He looked up, his eyes narrowing as three massive, heavily armed enforcers stepped forward. They wore full tactical body armor, Kevlar vests, and combat helmets that made them look like terrifying, faceless insects."Oh, look at that," Henry muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. "They brought the elite team. And here I am, armed only with a torn pair of

"My spine! I think my lumbar support just permanently collapsed!" Henry groaned, spitting out red carpet fiber as the floor beneath him vibrated violently."Is that a bone? Did I just hear a bone snap?!" Mr. Sterling shrieked, his voice muffled by the wet apron draped over his face. "Henry! Tell me we're not going to be buried under three tons of high-end slot machines! My investment portfolio cannot handle this kind of physical depreciation!""No, that was just the load-bearing pillar behind us, Sterling. Totally normal corporate restructuring!" Henry coughed, waving his hands through the rising yellow dust. "Can you stand? Because our window for a graceful exit is rapidly closing!""I can't feel my legs! Or my Rolex! Do you know how much this watch costs?!" Sterling wailed, frantically shaking his wrist in the dim, red-tinted darkness. "This is a disaster! I was supposed to be at a Michelin-star dinner in forty-five minutes! I had a reservation for the wagyu, Henry! The wagyu!""For