Secret Agent, Counterspy (?????????) | Rewritten From Chapter 51+

Chapter 74- 99 Problems And Counting

Dr Kozak nodded, but Ezekiel wasn't so sure about it. He could tell from miles away that his best friend was everything except from okay right now.

"Like I said, we have a problem about your son, and it's really important that you sort it out..."

"Agent Tyrese?" Dr Kozak asked him. "He's alive?! He never died?! He never committed suicide?"

Agent Ezekiel just blinked at Dr Kozak once, not really saying anything, and kind of frowning as well.

"Demetrius, I said problem, not miracle. And no. Not Agent Tyrese. Agent Marcel."

Dr Kozak nearly fainted again, but Agent Ezekiel caught him this time round.

"Okay. How bad is this problem scale of one to ten then?"

Agent Ezekiel was really considering it.

"I don't know. Twenty seven. If ten means really bad."

"Twenty seven?" Dr Kozak repeated really loudly for everyone walking by in the hallway to hear. Sure the closet was opaque, but it wasn't soundproof, was it? No it wasn't. "What on earth happened to my son Agent Marcel?"

"It's really horrible, honestly. And we have to go and check it out. You and me. Like, right now, Dr Kozak. There's like 50 people with your son at the moment."

Agent Ezekiel unlocked Valentina's janitor's closet, and was about to leave, but once he saw Dr Kozak just standing there, he knew that something was wrong with him.

"Didn't you just hear me, Demetrius? We have to leave right now. Are you coming or not?"

Dr Kozak didn't reply. He just sighed in stress, his eyes completely red and he looked like he had just survived World War Two.

"You okay? You look stressed."

Dr Kozak just walked around in circles again then stopped.

"I don't look stressed, Ezekiel. I am stressed, Ezekiel," Dr Kozak corrected him, frowning all the way.

Agent Ezekiel closed the door, and locked it again, thinking what could have possibly been wrong with his best friend.

"Why though? What's up?"

The sky? The ceiling? Birds. Heaven?

Dr Kozak was thinking these things but he didn't actually say them out loud. He couldn't.

Dr Kozak sighed once again, splashing water at his face from his jacket pocket to keep him alert and hyperactive again.

"I know way too many people, Ezekiel. People expect me to be at like twenty thousand different miscellaneous places all at once. Everyone gets mad at me for not showing up somewhere, or not doing something correctly or not replying to their text messages. I hate my life sometimes."

Ezekiel: Hey. Think of the bright side, Demetrius. You're famous.

Dr Kozak sighed again, wanting to die.