Doganoglu/Johnny B. Fast/ 3
It was his birthday. Johnny Clunker, or Johnny B. Fast now that he was undercover, had
just turned fifteen years old. This was not a good thing. Johnny didn’t like birthdays, they
were filled with bad memories about bad things that happened to him when he was
thirteen. Johnny B. Fast tried to push the thought out of his head.
He forced himself to pay attention to the sentry posts and their routes around the building.
Maybe he had been wrong, this shouldn’t be too hard.
But they sure had a lot of spy agents guarding the warehouse tonight. It would probably
take only one of the best spies in the world to be able to snatch the United Order’s Super
Chip right out from under their noses.
It would take a super spy to get this Super Chip.
Super was an important word in his business. When you got as good as Johnny was, they
didn’t just call you a spy, they called you a super spy. And when you were after a Chip as
powerful as the one Johnny was after tonight, it wouldn’t do the Chip justice to call it a
Johnny sighed; he hoped he could live up to the name super.
The radio in his earpiece went off with a burst.
Johnny whispered back, the microphone in his ear would pick up his words.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” he hissed, with a bit more nervousness than he wanted to
“You haven’t moved from your position in ten years.”
