It was Christmas Eve, and every Pole, big or small, young, and old were sleeping, except for one, Yulenties Quintez, or simply Quintez, a Mexican native from southern Mexico. He was the only one to take the job of spying on FEAR's government. As he was getting ready for the Christmas party in FEAR's capital bulding's lobby, a small crackling voice came on his intercom-watch.
"Hey Quintez, have you got enough info on First Citizen Putin?"
"I'll be gettin to it Henery."
"Good, but, ya better hurry to get here by tomarrow for report, and for the wonderful christmas party."
"Oh good, ANOTHER Christmas party that I'm going to miss..."
"Hey, if you get back in time, you'll be able to see the fireworks this time."
"Hey Henery, I gota go..."
"Well, why?"
"Well, it's just that no wait, what are you doing?" As Quintez's voice slowly drifted away. As he was being brought to the dungon, he saw the sad looks on the captives faces. When he was thrown into his cell he looked around and saw a man. Quintez thought he knew the man from somewere, but as soon as he turned to look in the man's face, the door slamed, but he then hered a scream, and then deceding from the sky was an angelic figure and it was comming for Quintez....
To be continued.