The Meeting

"What are we gonna do? The octarian army is only getting stronger!" Said a panicked sounding voice.

"We don't know yet." Said Agent 3, who was in a fairly calm state surprisingly.

"Well we can't just stand here, they could be invading one of our outposts right now!" yelled a frustrated Agent 3.5.

"Well I don't know about you guys, but i'm gonna go take a walk." Said Agent 3, who walked away.

After walking far away from the others, she stopped for a second, as she heard rustling around in the nearby bushes. Pulling out her gun, she poked around, checking if anyone was following her. And out of the corner of her eye, she spots a blob of ink being shot towards her, slightly hitting her face, she looked up to see who it was. She saw a figure in a black vest and black pants aiming an e-liter at her, the boy moved the sniper from his eye to show the confused inkling his face.

"Who are You!" Agent 3 yelled, not recognizing the boy.

"Oh yeah, well I guess I should introduce myself." The boy said.

It was at that moment that Agent 3 saw the suction cups along his mohawk like hair, showing that he was an octoling. However, he wasn't a normal octoling, his hair was a type of ink she had never seen before.

"Confused huh? I can see why. My name is No. 10,008, but you can call me agent 8 if that's easier." The boy said.

"No. 10,008? Huh, that's a weird name!" Agent 3 yelled, charging at the boy, she jumped of of the wall, aiming her gun at Agent 8.

However what she didn't expect was for him to jump of the platform he was on, aiming his charger at her a firing, knocking her out of the air.

"I would love to stick around, but I have things to do." Agent 8 said, super jumping away.

Now on the floor was an injured Agent 3, hearing the calls of her friends.

"Nugh, that guy will pay for this..."