Before we start the chapter...

The big boss named Ebony likes to swear... A LOT. It feels a bit excessive even for me, and I'm already out of my comfort zone on this one. Fun fact, I don't write comedy. This is my first attempt at it. I'm more of a historical and dark-fantasy kind of writer.

However, I am not gonna say the n-word. Ebony is a black guy from the hood, and it's common to hear the n-word. Why won't I say it? Because this is not a CoD Modern Warfare II lobby on xbox 360. That being said, despite me slowly becoming black after being influenced heavily by fellow retail employees, I have decided to go with an alternative to keep my ass safe, and to keep the comedy rolling.

So instead of the n-word, I'll use the word "Gentleman". Every time you see him say that word, imagine it's the n-word. I'll write every other word too.

It's kinda funny, I love swearing. The word "fuck" is like oxygen to me, I've gotta use it otherwise I'll die. But when it comes to writing stories, I kinda feel uncomfortable using words like that lol. I'm getting used to it but for the time being, I don't know why. Anyways, I'mma get over it and just use them. Nobody ever said this book was family friendly to begin with. Otherwise your kids must be horrified by now. Actually, this is bad parenting. Fuck you for allowing your underage children to read this book. If you're under the age of 18 reading this, go read the Great Gatsby and write an essay on it without using AI, dumbass. Back in my day, we didn't have AI to use with homework. I had to search through ancient school websites with the same questions in order to cheat.

Alright, where were we?

Ah yes, of course.

Tron died lmfao.

Ebony stood over his body, confused. "You've got me fucked up kus, how'd this gentleman get in here?"

"He broke through our defenses, he just murdered everyone." One guard spoke up. "We don't know anything about him yet."

"Man, get his goofy ass out of here and run those diagnostic shit or whatever the fuck y'all use on gentlemen like him."

"Yes sir!" Two guards ran over and grabbed Tron's legs. They dragged him out the room and down another corridor. Meanwhile, Ebony remained with his personal guards. He sighed, watching the blood spread further over the room.

"And one of y'all get rid of this blood off my floors. I want it clean like your boy."

A janitor entered the room with a mop, cleaning the floor. Ebony walked away towards the balcony. Placing his hands over the metallic railings, he looked at the scenery ahead.

This was his base of operations.

A massive underground cave of wonders and technology. Very large and openly spacious, it was enough to fit some of the world's greatest machinery and innovative scientific inventions. In this state of the art facility, they were developing new ideas for mankind.

Aside from turbo boosts in vehicles, functional biological legs for the paralyzed, and fully sentient androids for caretaking; they were working on a special pill that they call 'The Cure'.

This top secret project for The Cure is ran by Dr. Evilborn Doombringer. He is a very friendly French doctor that is tasked with completing The Cure for commercial use.

If successful, this pill will solve all illness-related issues in the world. Headaches, stomachaches, coughs and general pain are nothing but a joke. This pill will not only eliminate those feelings permanently forever, but it cures all forms of diseases.

Whether it be aids, HIV, tuberculosis, dysentery, ulcers, or even cancer itself; this pill will solve all of it.

It is Doombringer's greatest achievement that he plans on perfecting. Ebony is proud of the work his team has put into this operation.

Nicknamed the Pioneers, they would stop at nothing to help save the world.

Now, one question remained.

Why would someone like Tron bust in here, shoot up the guards and try to stop everything? How did he even know about this place?

That's what Ebony was determined to find out.

Inside of a laboratory, Tron's body is placed over a table. Two specialists dressed in white lab coats overlooked his inspection. One average loser was named Jax, and the other was a super attractive, beautiful red-haired woman named Nova.

"Look at that, he's dressed like James Bond." Jax commented. He unbuttoned Tron's suit and removed his tie.

"Not just his suit, he looks like a stereotypical action-movie spy." Nova reacted, observing from the opposite side of the table.

"And look at all these weapons. How many of these do you think he's got?"

Jax continued to undress Tron, carefully discarding the clothes in a bin beside him. Every gun he found was also gently disposed of. But while checking one of the pockets of his suit, he found a card. It was a form of ID. Once he read it, his eyebrows raised.

"Jesus, what the fuck is this?"

"What does it say?" Nova asked curiously.

Jax rubbed his eyes for a second before taking a deep breath. "Holy shit it's so long. Hold on, let me try to read this. Uhh... Special Secretive CIA Officer of the Multi-National Armed Forceful Military Operator of the Elite International Bureau of Federal Terrorism Combatant Organization, MI6 Administrative Field Agent Triple-O Tron Dunce."

Nova looked back at him with her jaw lowered. "Uhhh... what?"

"I swear, that's what it says. I'm so confused, none of that even makes sense. I get his name is Tron Dunce but what the hell is even any of the other stuff?"

"Considering this man showed up here unannounced, shot down our guys and is even dressed in this fashion; I think he really might have been a spy. Not to mention the dozens of advanced technical gadgets, the licenses and assortment of weaponry." Nova was able to put two-and-two together because she's super duper smart.

"So he really is James Bond."

They unbuttoned his pants and slid it down, only for a live rooster to suddenly leap from his crotch and crow wildly. Jax shielded himself and stepped back. "What the hell?!"

Nova panicked and tried to catch the rooster, only for it to claw her face and nearly nick an eye. The rooster then escaped out of the lab and into a corridor where more scientists started yelling.

After that minor catastrophe, Nova and Jax relaxed and focused back on Tron. They rendered him nude until there was nothing else to take off and see.

"He looks to be in good shape, definitely fit for a spy or field agent." Jax noted, placing his hands around Tron's back. "Help me turn him over."

Nova grabbed the agent and helped her partner turn Tron over to lay on his stomach. Upon doing so, Nova was quick to spot something odd. She pointed towards one part of his body.

"Hey, hold on a second, what's that?"

Jax looked towards what she was pointing at. There was something written on Tron's right asscheek. Upon closer inspection, they were still confused.

"I don't understand." Jax said, nearing closer to the man's rear. "This makes no sense."

On Tron's right cheek, four words were tattooed. They read:

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