Phantom Ch. 2

One eye opened…

Then the other…
Agent Phantom looked around everything was dark. Was he dead? That was not how he wanted to die! Heck! He did not want to die at all. Then he felt something. His whole world was being turned upside down. A rough fabric scratched against his cheek. He felt himself lift off the ground, then felt himself being dropped onto a floor. Finally he realized he must be in a bag. Then he remembered. He had been captured. He began to panic. What would they do with him? Kill him, probably. He began to think of any way to escape the bag. It was strong, so he could not break through it. He reached for his electro saw. Gone. He searched for his small knife in his pocket. Also gone. He was beginning to run out of options, and they were probably almost ready to kill him. He heard the Chug! Chug! Chug! Of the engine coming to life. Finally, he just decided he was dead. There was no way out. He sat back and remembered his whole life. His child hood, becoming an agent, the few friends he had made in the business all flashed before his eyes. He had no idea how long it had been, but he heard the car they had placed him in come to a stop. So, it was all over. This was how it would end. Killed by someone he had never met or seen inside of a dark and cramped bag.
Then he remembered. He always kept a tiny blade in the lining of his shirt. He pulled it out and began cutting away at the bag. He did not have much time!
“You got him. Good. Here is the money.” Somebody picked up the sack he was in and dropped it on the ground. He heard the car that had delivered him here drive off, and the people he had been brought to continue to converse, obviously not to concerned about him over hearing.
“Finally, now there is no one left to stand in our way. He was the only one who could stand in our way. Now no one can stop us from assassinating… the President! Hahaha!!!” Phantom’s heart skipped a beat. Who were these people!! He did not know, but he knew one thing. They must be stopped.
“Sir, what do we do with him?”
“We throw him over this steep cliff.”
“Into the water? But what if he swims away?”
“First of all, he’s in a bag. Second of all the impact will kill him… if the rocks don’t first.”
Phantom was scared. For one of the few times in his life he was scared. And then he realized it. They were right. No one else knew of their plans. After they kill him… the President is next!