#Ongoing Adventure: The Special Agent

Summary

The protagonist and Gail, after encountering a series of unsettling events in a parking lot, call the police, leading to the arrival of Special Agent Honeybee, who requests their presence.

Abstract

After finding an invitation, an origami figure, and a strawberry marshmallow at their door, the protagonist and Gail, feeling unprepared, decide to call the police from the parking lot. Despite the operator's suggestion to wait inside a McDonald's, they remain in their vehicle due to suspicions about the people inside. After a lengthy wait, the police arrive, and one officer's reaction to the evidence escalates the situation, leading to a significant police presence. Special Agent Honeybee then appears, commanding immediate attention, and asks the protagonist and Gail to accompany her. The narrative ends with options for the reader to choose the next course of action, inviting reader participation in the story's progression.

Opinions

The protagonist and Gail both consider their initial response to the situation (bringing a baseball bat) as insufficient.
The protagonist perceives the police operator's advice to wait inside as inappropriate, suggesting a lack of understanding of the potential danger.
The officers' initial lack of interaction with the protagonist and Gail frustrates them, indicating a possible lack of urgency or seriousness in the officers' response.
The sudden escalation of police involvement upon seeing the invitation and envelope suggests that the authorities might have prior knowledge or experience with similar cases.
Special Agent Honeybee's authoritative presence and the officers' deference to her imply that she is highly respected and possibly has a specialized role in dealing with such peculiar incidents.

You Call the Police from the Parking Lot

You look at the invitation, the unfolded origami, and the strawberry marshmallow. You look back up at Gail. Maybe bringing your friend and her baseball bat weren’t quite enough for this type of situation.

“Creepy,” you both say in unison.

Gail takes her gaze off the dog as it continues to run towards the Southeast. You’re eyes meet. There’s silence besides the incessant beeping of the broken seatbelt sensor.

“I think we should…,” you start to speak, but Gail is already handing you her phone. She seems to think the same thing.

You call the police and explain everything that happened to the operator. The voice on the other end of the line perfunctorily goes through a line of questioning and tells you to hold tight. They even suggest you go inside to wait there for help.

Were they even listening?! The people inside are in on it!

This couldn’t have been taken too seriously, because you find yourself sitting in the parking lot for over half an hour before one uniformed patrol officer arrives and approaches your vehicle.

After a few minutes of miscommunication, you show the envelope and invitation to the officer. His already humorless face becomes even more somber.

“Hold on, this came under your door?!” He holds his hand up and takes a few steps back while grabbing his radio in his other hand and saying a few things just out of earshot. For some reason, this guy seems more concerned with your extra-postal delivery than the potential threat inside the McDonalds.

Within just a few moments, five more police cars showed up and blocked off the entire parking lot. At this point, Gail puts her hand on your shoulder and tells you to breath. You were starting to shake violently.

All of the officers seem to be having a conversation with themselves and none of them have interacted with you for about fifteen minutes.

A black sedan pulls up, and a woman in a trench coat and fedora steps out. The police part like the sea as she walks toward your car. Something about the flashing police lights and the yellow glow of the lot lights give her the occasional glint of monochrome, like she was from some 1940s detective film.

You grab Gail’s hand as she approaches the window.

“I’m Special Agent Honeybee,” she says, her long, pony-tailed hair fluttering in the wind, “I need you to come with me.”

Options:

👉 Go with Special Agent Honeybee 👉 Hit the gas and head Southeast 👉 Hand over the evidence and ask to go home