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Thanks to emmadactryl for beta-reading! :)

He Returns

The wind blew a cool breeze across a peaceful lagoon, slightly disturbing its waters, a lush tropical rain forest reflected on crystal blue liquid. The soft rustle of wind running her fingers through the palm fronds was the only sound that could be heard until the deep roar of a motor sliced through the quiet.

A boat appeared in the lagoon, moving smoothly into the sheltered waters from the sea beyond. Captaining the small vessel was a boy clad in a red polo shirt and pale jeans, his short brown hair covered by a sailor's cap. The boy looked around the age of twenty five, and his ice blue eyes twinkled sinisterly in the sunlight.

Keeping his eyes on the beach, the boy made sure no one was watching him as he tried to manoeuvre his ship until it was concealed by the foliage overhanging the water. He looked around once more before climbing out of the boat and tying it to the nearby trunk of a fallen palm tree. When he had made absolutely sure no one was around, he headed further into the jungle, traveling along a path he had discovered on his last visit.

After a few minutes of walking through the lush scenery, he finally came to a small opening in the side of a hill. Everything vill go right this time! he thought as he squeezed into the tiny opening. The inside of the cave was much larger, big enough for five people to stand a foot apart, though it was very dark and damp. The boy felt his way to the back of the cavern, and sat down with his knees close to his chest. The Commandant vill be pleased to hear that I made it vithout being discovered, he thought while carefully pulling out a shiny gold object. It was a pocket knife, one with many different attachments. There was a loud whining noise as he flipped the spoon and fork out of their case, making him cover his ears as the noise echoed off the dirty walls.

Once the noise had stopped bouncing back at him, the boy uncovered his ears and began to speak into the spoon. His voice was deep, unlike what you would expect, and a light Russian accent coated his voice.

"Agent 222 reporting. Operation 25734-"

"Enough!" a voice boomed from the pocket knife, deeper than that of the agent, and with a thicker accent. It, too, echoed off the cave walls. "Just do better dan last time."

"Da, Commandant," The agent replied, trying to avoid the Commandant's anger. "I shall do better."

"You better do better," purred the Commandant with a sinister tone, making the spy shudder. "You know de punishment for failing twice."

Agent 222 thought about the next punishment for his failure and began to shiver from fear.

"Da, Commandant," he replied wearily. "I shall get the information and report back to you in seventy-two hours. You have nothing to vorry about, Commandant."

"Dats right, I don't have anything to vorry about." he purred in his gravelly voice. "But you do! Ve vill pick you up in seventy-two hours! Signing off."

The spy saluted his leader, though he wasn't around to see it. As soon as he was sure the Commandant had truly signed off, he asked, "You still there?" When he got no reply, he shouted, "Phooey on you!" which echoed repeatedly, and angrily folded his pocket knife back into place, nearly breaking off the attachments in the process.

222 peeked his cap covered head out of the cave entrance. Once again, he decided to take in the relaxing sounds of nature while he still could. The peaceful forest made him forget his anger at the Commandant.

"I vill not fail you, Commandant!" he told himself as he walked down the path.

Soon he came to a clearing where four huts, each a few yards apart from each other, were standing. A single long table that could seat eight people sat dead center of the area. The place was deserted, the inhabitants out completing new tasks and fulfilling daily activities.

Agent 222 smiled to himself. "Look out, 'castavays'," he whispered. "I have returned."

Please review! I changed the point of view. It seemed to have a bad effect on a few people! ^^' Anyway, please tell me what you think!

Aingeal Logan