Top Secret

"Finally some privacy!" I sighed and took out my phone to take a selfie, "Whoa! Is that what I look like now? Man, they aren't playing when they say deep cover."

I was part of deep state enforcement group. We are so classified that any acronym to describe the department would also have to be redacted.

I was a new recruit to this division. It had been my dream since I was a little boy to join the military because of family tradition. I signed up and scored highly on all of my physical and mental tests. It was looking like I was going to move up the ranks very quickly. That is until I died. Well, officially died that is.

I was approached one night while working out alone in the gym near my base installation by two muscular men in very professional looking black suits. They moved in synchronization with each other as if they had some kind of prescience of the other's actions.

I stopped what I was doing and stared at them as they moved from the parking lot to the door and into the gym with an almost paranormal ability to stick to the shadows and move silently.

They approached me and one of them began to talk, "Sargent Meadows. We have orders from our superiors to escort you to a meeting with our commanding officer." His voice was a middle-of-the-road baritone. Not special in any way it was almost weird that it was so generic. His speaking structure was very robotic and matter-of-fact.

I put my dumbbell down on the rack, "Who are you and why would I want to go anywhere with you?" I laughed, "This men in black routine doesn't scare me. Hate to break it to you guys. You're good though. A for effort."

The suit that hadn't spoke handed me a piece of paper. It was official orders. Signed by my commanding officer.

"The offer is optional. The meeting is not." The first suit spoke again.

I got my phone out and gave my Commanding officer a call. He seemed very distressed to be talking to me and dodged all of questions. He did let me know that the orders were legitimate.

I turned to pick up my gym bag only to be blocked by the silent suit.

"We'll take care of your belongings. This meeting is high priority." The other spoke from behind me.

"Okay..." I stepped toward the door only to have my arm grabbed from behind.

"Please leave your cellular device with your other belongings." The chatty suit commanded.

"Sure thing..." I was very apprehensive. I walked over to my bag and picked it up to unzip it. In the process I preformed a slight of hand and stowed my phone in my sleeve, "There you go. Let's get to this meeting." I said tossing my bag back onto the ground.

The suits exchanged a nod and the one that spoke grabbed my arm. I thought they had seen me try to smuggle my phone and I was about to get it. However, before I had a chance to react, my vision went white. Immediately after the flash I felt a cold sensation on my feet and back.

I was sat in a metal chair in front of a conference table. On the opposite end of the table, there was an old man in military fatigues and another man in the same ultra professional suit. The military man spoke first, "Welcome, Sargent. We've been made aware of your excellence. Particularly your affinity toward deception and trickery."

He explained the purpose of this secret agency was to influence all global events. Basically, everything that happens on Earth is planned out to have the best outcome for the United States. They use alien technology recovered from the Roswell incident to get around any obstacles that may crop up.

I expressed my skepticism but accepted their offer. I mean, who wouldn't?

 I was escorted to a private barrack and was told that my mission details would arrive within the hour.

I checked that the coast was clear and pulled out my phone. That's how I learned that the gym I was in had an unfortunate gas leak and explosion. I was the only casualty.

I didn't have time to complain because the intercom in my room activated and I was summoned to a lab at the end of the corridor. I quickly hid my phone and did as I was told.

The lab was small. It had only a large tube like chamber and a control panel. The doctor came out from behind the chamber.

"Agent M? Oh, you have a doosie of a mission. Infiltrate a new gang that has been forming in Southern California and manipulate them to create competition with the Mexican cartels. They have the ability and only need the motivation and direction. Step into the chamber please." He was already tapping away on the control panel.

"Wait! What? How is that going to help anything?" I stammered taken aback by the speed of the doctor. Did he not know I was new?

"They don't tell me the why just the what. Honestly, I don't care about the why. Now please step in the chamber."

"What is this thing?" I asked allowing myself to pushed toward it by an ever more frustrated doctor.

"The Transformer. You'll need to be in deep cover this mission."

Finally closing the door to this machine on me, "The trans what?" Was the last thing I could say before my vision went white again.

Next thing I knew I was in my barrack and looked like this. I tried to get a better look at myself but some suites entered my room and told me it was time to head to the mission location. They escorted me down the corridor. I managed to convince them that I needed to use the restroom first.

As I was staring at the selfie I took. I heard the intercom in the bathroom go off, "You get one more strike Agent M. You better preform well on this mission to make up for the violation of the outside communication rule. You should know we have eyes all over and we can change more than just your body. Good luck, Agent and don't fuck this up."