"That's fine. Just kill him with the string in the bag." Agent Jefferson replied.

George laughed it off, thinking that Jefferson was just playing a bad prank on him, "Yeah whatever, now where is the weapon?" He asked.

"The string is in the briefcase. Just open it." Agent Jefferson replied.

"The string?" George asked wondering why Jefferson was talking about the string, and as he opened his briefcase, he could see the scanner, a machine built into the briefcase, and a black string.

"That string is strong. Just kill that guy with the string." Agent Jefferson said seriously as George took the string out of the briefcase.

"I wasn't expecting you to be serious... I can't kill a guy with a string. I need something like a knife, or better yet, a gun!" George whispered angrily at Agent Jefferson.

"You'll be fine. You're a soldier anyways, you should be able to fight against a normal guard easily." Agent Jefferson replied treating George's worry as a mere overreaction.

George sighed before walking to the golden door and knocked it, "Help! I can't see properly!!" He shouted.

The guard widened his eyes and immediately open the door worried that the old Senator might die in the toilet.

As he entered he could feel George who was still pretending to be the Senator jump on his back and tighten the string that was wrapped around his neck. "Ah! Senator, stop!!" He tried screaming, but his voice was stopped by his tightening throat.

George kept tightening the string with all the strength in his biceps and forearms, and for a few seconds, he was in control.

Suddenly out of nowhere, he could feel the guard grabbing both of his legs and throwing him towards a glass wall that shattered completely. "Ah!" George shouted as he could feel the small pieces of glass piercing the skin on his hands.

The muscular guard kneeled and was holding his neck, trying to catch his breath, and stared at George who he still thought was the Senator, "Sir, it seems you are not in your right mind. I will call the rest of the guards to help you, but please don't hurt yourself anymore." He said before his eyes looked at the forehead of the skin mask.

George realized that he could feel the cold air from the air conditioner on his forehead, and as he touched it, he realized that the skin mask was torn.

The guard's calm face turned into panic as his eyes widened, "Where is the senator?!" He asked while sweat appeared on his forehead and started to roll down.

The guard then took out a hand-held radio and a gun, he placed the radio on his ears and pointed the gun to George, "The Senato-!" Before he could finish his sentence George threw himself toward the Guard and slapped away the radio from his hands, he then grabbed the hand holding the using his whole arms.

Suddenly, his nose broke and he could feel a heavy fist planted on his face. The punch delivered by the Guard was so powerful that it spun George around and made him fall to the ground.

Pu! George spat out blood and his front tooth while struggling to get up, but as he looked at the guard who was about to pull the trigger on him, he jumped as fast as he could on top of the sink.

Bang! The shot was fired and it grazed George's shoulder. Instinctively, he ripped out the mirror that was stuck on the wall above the sink and crashed it on the guard's face.

"Ah!!! Shit!" The guard shouted as he stepped back and dropped his gun while covering his eyes that has glass poking in it.

George smiled as he saw the gun that was on the floor and picked it up as fast as he could. But as he pointed the gun at the guard, the door to the restroom was suddenly broken down and a few of the guards with similar Glock 16 guns entered the room and started shooting him in the chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! George was still alive, but his chest was bleeding and he could feel his energy depleting in milliseconds.

His body automatically dropped to the ground and he could feel his ribcage breaking apart. As blood seeped out from his chest he saw the guards whispering and helping the guard that has been downed from his glass attack.

His vision was starting to blur and he knew he was seeing dying, but before he died, he activated his radio earphones, and whispered, "Agent Jefferson, screw you and your strings." He said before his vision blacked out completely.

___

George had woken up again, in the morning and eating at the canteen where Agent Jefferson met him.

"Hey!" Agent Jefferson said as he approached George.

This time, he stood up and extended his hands, "Agent Jefferson, am I right?" George asked while Jefferson shook his hands.

"Yeah, I didn't know you were informed about meeting me today. But I guess that makes it much easier for me to explain." Agent Jefferson said with a wide smile.

"Don't worry, you don't have to explain anything. I know what we are supposed to do. But I have one question that needs answering. " George replied seemingly slightly annoyed.

"Ask away, Major." Agent Jefferson replied.

George nodded and stepped closer to the agent, "I wonder, why do I have to do this mission? Aren't there other agents to complete these missions? Why does it have to be me?" He asked.

Agent Jefferson smiled as he looked at George, "Look, kid. I wish that you didn't have to do this either. "But those guys are on a very important mission that I cannot reveal." He replied.

George sighed as he stared at the face that is about to get him killed, "I think I should cut my hair." He said.

Agent Jefferson nodded, "I was gonna tell you that but I'm glad you're being this easy. It's almost like you can read my mind!" He exclaimed.