Quick Adventure of the FBI
>trained in counter domestic terrorism
>got new assignment
>white supremacists are using that webpage to coordinate terror attacks all around the globe and kill poor PoC
>only guy on the job, since every level got budget cuts, except for the diversity & inclusion department
>in the forum, the far-alt-right suspects there are agents pretending to be them
>must pretend to be like them and understand them
>but cracking their code is hard
>can’t find a link about mamano mana and the shootings
>check every picture and video they post for hidden code or messages
>can’t find shit in anything
>every time I post, they keep telling me to kill myself or lurk more
>get banned constantly
>also, there is too much fucking porn
>regularly need to fuck woman once in a while after a few days of work
>lately can’t get it hard anymore
>start fapping to Shirohebi
>the stress is getting me, who the fuck would fap to a cartoon?
>notice that the post count is getting lower and lower
>the BO, which mean Boss Overlord, puts up a warning
>put in alert all the walmarts, targets and malls on high alert, there might be an attack soon
>sirens go off and the building starts running on the backup nuclear generator
>Speakers go on "We are under attack! Strange forces are… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
>Get gun ready, hear shoots and men screaming, join up with some agents to defend the place, I haven't cash in my weekly paycheck yet
>While running I spot the attackers
>No, it can’t be possible
>There is a nicely dress lady with a small hellhound escort dragging some agents
>"Hey, I found a husband" says a hellhound
>The vampire responds "Well, I guess you can go home now"
>She spot us "Look over there, more men, go get them!"
>Then it hits me
>It all makes sense now
>Its fucking happening!
>I abandon my fellow agents to the hellhounds and run to the armory
>Throw my gun away and gear up with non-lethals, flashbangs, teargas, kevlar armor and a gas mask
>Run to the kitchen and raid it
>Ready for everything
>Team up with single or divorce man I could find, convince them that we need to go to the underground airport to escape in a plane
>Every time a monstergirl appears I just toss a guy at her
>Keep telling the other guys it was necessary, they keep believing me
>Almost there but I run out of guys
>A hellhound appears, her flamey eyes lock on to me, before she could make a move, I roll up a newspaper
>Ears go flat, her tail hide between her legs, holy shit it’s working!
>I keep moving, she tries to make a move, so I throw her a piece of chocolate, she runs in fear
>Next door is my ticket out of here
>Open it, there is a vampire on the other side
>"Well, well, you manage to go far little…" Before she could say anything, I just toss a bunch of onions at her
>She screams and I get into the first jet I find and fly out of there
>I set course to the Land of Gold
>Man, I hope this piece of shit has enough fuel
>I look around and see a group of dragongirls flying right at me
>I set up my ace card
>They surround my aircraft and their leader plants her face on the window
>She has a smile from ear to ear when she notice I'm a guy
>With my poker face on, I show her my hand that has a wedding ring
>Realizing I'm already taken, she gets sad and flies away with her group
>I feel bad that I trick her like that, but never the less I must push on
>If I read all that lore correctly, the land of gold should be… over there!
>There is a small island in the middle of the ocean, I set my jet to land there, and by land I mean crash
>After surviving that I get off the jet
>"YOU DESTROYED MY BEAUTIFUL GARDEN! DO YOU THINK THEY GROW ON TREES?!"
>A Shirohebi is yelling while getting off a river, odds are she jumped into it when I crash landed
>"Eh, sorry about that"
>"BE SORRY BY FIXING ALL THIS PLACE UP!"
>I fix the place up just like she demanded
>Later she invites me to eat dinner at her house
>"So you work for the Ef Bee Eye?"
>"Well, I guess I'm now unemployed, do you happen to know if someone needs a hand?"
>She drinks a little bit of miso soup "I wouldn't mind having you around here to do some plumbing"
>"Do you have a problem?"
>"Yeah…I need you to check my pipes later…eh…what’s your name anyway?"
>I smile happily, something that I haven’t done in a while
>"My name is Anon"