Agent Eleven looked into the dark room. Cautiously, he entered the room expecting at least one security detail to be here.
But it was surprisingly empty.
"(I don't like thi-)"
The doors behind the agent re-engage their locks, startling the agent.
"My, my! The esteemed guest finally arrives!"
Agent Eleven heard a familiar voice as lights turn on all around him, revealing a face behind a window that he regretted seeing.
"Trapmaster…"
"Field Agent Eleven! My favorite nemesis to date! Wait… that sounded weird."
The agent begins scanning the room looking for his objective, "(There it is!)"
The agent attempted to sprint across the room to the device, but he was stopped in his tracks.
"Now, now Eleven! I can't have you sabotaging my hard work! Say hello to my tractor panels that you so gracefully stepped on! They can hold a tank in pla -"
The agent pulls out his pistols and begins shooting at the device's critical hardware, but the bullets don't reach the target.
"Eleven! I'm trying to explain the traps and how you so foolishly blundered into them! Stop triggering them and give me this one moment of victory!"
The agent begins reloading his magazine and as soon as he turns to point it at Trapmaster, his arms are forcibly pulled down by the panels and his guns even tumble from his hands.
"Now that I have your attention… Did you really think we didn't see you coming? I could have blown you up with the rat drone in the sewer! The owl drone could have flown through the window and blown you up before you even realized! Even the cockroach in the elevator could have given you a one way ticket to hell! But it's through my mercy that you made it here. If I didn't have the whim to have you witness my genius, you would already be dead!"
"Are you done? If you're going to kill me, you should do it quick and spare me your babbling."
"YOU! You - you know what? I will kill you quick. My disintegration ray will give you exactly what you want!" The villain walks over to the nearby controls and powers up the weapon.
"Well, Field Agent Eleven, our game of wits has come to an end with me being the inevitable victor. Worry not! I'll let you have your final words! I'll even do you the honor of delivering them after I send you to oblivion!... Well, agent?"
The godlike machine's parts begin to spin silently but menacingly and shine with chemiluminescence as power surges into the apparatus.
The agent smiles and yells, "Give him hell, PACK-1!!"
The villain is about to press the button but stops, confused at what he heard.
"What the hell does that even me-"
The building violently shakes and the lights flicker startling the Trapmaster who presses the button, "I don't know what you did, but you won't ruin this! Die, Eleven!"
The machine begins to focus it's power slowly at muzzle. As the light gathers, the agent comes to terms with his fate, smiling and shaking with the building that will soon become his last known location.
As the machine is ready to fire, the Trapmaster presses his hands to the glass in anticipation and laughing with excitement, "It's time to die, Eleven!"
The explosions sound closer and the shaking is growing more violent. This causes the lights go out completely and the machine sputters during its charging sequence.
"No!" The Trapmaster yells with a dismayed face as the agent feels relief flood over his body.
Only to be dashed immediately by the backup power turning on some ominous red lights and the machine restarting operation at full speed.
"Yes!" The Trapmaster yells looking like a giddy child again. The agent closes his eyes as the light intensifies and is now audible.
That's when an explosion occurs behind the Trapmaster and smashes his head against the window, knocking him unconscious.
Agent Eleven turns toward the commotion and sees a sight that gives him newfound hope, "Good job, PACK-1! Now destroy that machine!"
As a spray of large caliber bullets and missiles burst through the window toward the machine, the beam of light launches toward the agent who is helpless against it.
In a flash of light, Agent Eleven finds himself floating in a dark void.
"(Hmm… So this is what death is like. A lot less eventful than I was expecting. I'm even still wearing clothes…)"
The man felt as though he was floating aimlessly. He felt weightless and even had an unnatural translucence attributed to his skin and garments.
He saw a particle of light pass him by and was relieved to see at least something else in this void but himself.
He saw many more particles of light and realized they were all moving in the same direction… or was it he that was moving? He was unsure.
He soon found himself in a swarm of these lights and felt like he was being pulled past them.
He soon saw a colorful pool of liquid that seemed to be the source of gravity drawing him in. When he touched it, he instantly accelerated to unimaginable speeds and found himself slamming into the ground at a speed he was sure should have killed him.
He looked at his ghostly hands and they began to regain their color and become opaque again. He realized his entire body had become solid again and the weightless feeling was gone.
Agent Eleven wondered, "(Where am I?)"
He tapped his invisible spectacles to use their night vision.
He looked around the room, "(I'm in a cellar or something. It's made of stone. Wait, this furniture looks antique…)"
Agent Eleven goes to the broken furniture in front of him and examines it, "(Old… extremely.)"
He unbarred the door to the room and gave it a stiff shove to free it from the decades of debris. He left the initial room and began exploring this decrepit building.
He went down a few corridor ons finding empty rooms with broken furniture until he found a vast room with staircases and floors above that he could see.
Lining the walls were a vast number of cells with degraded skeletons inside.
"What the hell is this?! My mission didn't involve a dungeon!!"