Agent Hirsch and the Battle of the Bookstore part Five
Agent Hirsch and the Battle of the Bookstore part Five scifi stories

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The finale to my five part story. Go to my profile to see part one to four.

Agent Hirsch and the Battle of the Bookstore part Five

They drove in silence until Natalie spoke up.

“Any new people of interest?”

“No. The only exciting thing that happened was this.”

“Where are we going?” Issac asked from the backseat of the car.

“Does he know about it all?” Ruben whispered to Natalie. She nodded. “They'll need to wipe his memory then.”

“Wipe my memory?” Issac shouted anxiously.

“I was hopping he could become a member,” Natalie revealed.

Ruben laughed. “Nixis doesn't just take anybody off the street. All members were hand picked. I'm sorry, Natalie, but he can't tell anyone about the organization.”

Silence filled the taxi again.

“Wait, if you're trying to protect the world from aliens, then why hide it?” Issac questioned Ruben.

“Then Nixis would be destroyed. There is a lot of fake citizens in the government and they would do anything to hide the truth. It's better to operate in secret.”

Fifteen minutes later, the taxi pulled up to the Nixis headquarters; a small deteriorating house with a overgrown garden and boarded up windows.

“Here we are.”

“This is headquarters? I was expecting something grander and bigger.” Issac added.

“It's larger underground,” Ruben assured him.

“Come on,” Natalie nagged, looking at her watch. “We have to be back soon, or our parents will worry.”

Issac and Natalie started up the equally deteriorated sidewalk. Natalie turned around and called out Ruben.

“Aren't you coming?”

“I have to go back to work. Call me when you're done and I'll take you back to the bookstore,” Ruben called out the window, driving away.

Issac turned to Natalie. “Why are we here? For them to wipe my memory?”

She sighed. “Yes, that's why we're here. You'll still have all your memories, just not of tonight. They will also bandage your hand.”

Issac looked down. The cloth he had wrapped his hand is was turning scarlet.

“What am I supposed to tell my parents about this?”

“I'll tell them you fell and cut yourself on some glass on the ground.”

They reached the front door. Natalie knocked once, then twice, then four times.

“I'm sorry, Issac,” she apologized. “The one time you actually get to know me and it's taken out of your memory forever.”

“It's not your fault,” Issac assured her. “Maybe w could do something together sometime.”

“I'd like that. Even if you had no memory of making the plans,” Natalie joked.

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