SECRET AGENT
Secret agent on my mission...
Objectives, derived from fission.
Some are based upon directive...
Others differ in perspective.
Their achievement brings fruition.
My job takes me many places
And I see numerous faces.
Allied forces are on my side.
My enemies - of which I ride
With weapons of cold embraces.
Kill or be killed - this, the name
Of my secret agent game.
Espionage plays its role
As I attempt to take control...
Stealth also one of the same.
Along the way, I rendezvous
With another - out to do.
We serve seperate agency.
Secret, my identity...
I am sure that hers is too.
Opposing forces, we both test...
Until they are put to rest.
Following mission success,
Our brief debriefing of undress...
Pleasure plays business's guest.
After our acts of devotion,
Wheels are once again in motion.
We are called upon once more...
Another mission to explore
As we begin to cross the ocean.
Soon, I board a submarine...
Solitary - and not seen.
Before much longer, subtraction
Of enemies - this action...
Out of a gun's magazine.
Such is life for me, a spy...
Fronted by a suit and tie.
Shootings, explosions and chases...
All else done within their spaces.
Do or do not - there is no try.
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