This was one of Zacs usual days of his life. Get into the enemy base, collect the information and get out. Simple. You see Zac was no ordinary 13 year old school boy he was a secret agent working for the S.A.O, secret agent organisation. At the age of 9 he was recruited after Jackolt, a master criminal, killed his family, luckily he wasn’t in the house at the time and was left alive. The S.A.O found him and from that day forward he was secret agent code name FR135, he chose it.

But this mission seemed trickier, he felt as if he was being watched. Normally he was lucky and only ever saw a guard once or twice but tonight he had saw a least five. None the less it didn’t mind Zac he was used to it in the training room, at the secret head quarters of the S.A.O.

He crawled along one of the many vents checking here or there if he was on the right track. Eventually he got to the control room where the information he needed was. He barged open the vent and jumped down.

“Hey who’s there?” cried a startled guard somewhere nearby.

He quickly hid underneath a desk as the guard came past. The guard saw the open vent and pressed a button on the wall. Sirens flashed angrily, everything was a blur of flashing red lights, INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT. They knew someone was there.

Zac had planned this and while this was happening, was downloading the vital information onto a disk, he ran for the vent but found it blocked by guards, the door was also blocked. He was in a room with no escape. There was one thing to do, standard procedure number 19: if ever trapped use objects to distract or injure the enemy. He started pulling at all the control panels and computers destroying them.

The guards inspected the damage and left there post leaving Zac a clear get away. He dived through the vent and started crawling.

He was crawling for about ten minutes when he saw the exit. But there was a dilemma. Due to the recent alert people were rushing in and out making it nearly impossible for anyone to get through without being seen. But not for Zac. He pulled on the magneti gloves and started moving across the ceiling. No one had seen him and his black clothing helped with the camouflage. Then a disastrous thing happed, Zac’s torch fell from his belt and clanged loudly as it hit the floor.