[ EU ] Not every 00-agent gets to lead a life of beautiful cars and fast women . Tell the story of an agent assigned one of the unglamorous 00 numbers .

`` Go ahead, pick up the gun.'' 
 I heard his half rotted mouth spew those words as he hovered over me with his.45 waving. 
 
 I knew what he wanted. I would n't do it. You do n't become agent triple 0 by begging for your life. 
 
 `` So what if I do n't?'' I asked cheekily, looking him straight in that disgusting thing he called a face. `` What if I piss on your shoe? You going to kill me then?'' 
 
 With a flash of anger in his eyes, he raised the gun to pistol whip me. Big mistake. I lashed out with my legs, knocking his from under him. Without so much as a thought I leapt onto him, striking his throat with all the might my fist could muster. 
 
 A cracking sound and a wet gurgle are all that remains as I stand up and dust myself off. 
 
 I look down and shake my head, watching another bright young man die for another's cause. As his face is added to another long list of sins I must attone for, I make my way to the door. 
 
 My cell phone rings and with a heavy heart I answer, `` no, I'm sorry, you will have to find a new replacement for 007.''
