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Glowniggers: A Love Story Chapter 1
FBI was browsing the internet for terrorists one day when he came across a story written by a schizo. The schizo was shipping FBI with CIA. FBI put down his coffee and tug nervously at his collar. He was aware of CIA. FBI was always on the look out for terrorists and CIA was always around trying to shift the narrative to one he favored. Technically they worked in the same sphere even though they were different agencies. He had never really considered hooking up with CIA and he was certain that he was up to something.
FBI liked to keep up on the other agencies and he didn't hold a high opinion of CIA. There was the problems with rigging other countries elections, overthrowing other governments for fun, the Finder's Cult, MKULTRA, JFK's assassination, Operation Northwood, training Bin Laden as a tactician and many more horrors that the CIA committed. FBI wasn't that free of controversy either. He enjoyed entrapping people, especially schizos, into committing domestic terrorism so the bureau could increase their budget.
Could this be a trick? Was CIA playing the twisted head games he was so fond of on FBI? FBI tapped on his desk and considered CIA. CIA was fond of pushing the narrative of the ruling elite. He had caused chaos for so many countries and had only recently started to work his propaganda machinations domestically. FBI sighed and wondered what he should do. He really wanted to see what CIA was up to. FBI ponders about it for awhile and decides to bug CIA.
Late at night FBI sneaks into CIA's house and plants his bugs. He sends CIA Pegasus spyware to hijack all his devices. Satisfied that he could spy on all of CIA's activities, FBI enjoyed his handiwork before he returned to his van. He decided to stake out CIA since he was there. FBI turned on CIA's phone microphone. His heart skipped a beat as he listened to CIA.
"That's adorable, FBI," CIA murmured. "I've had you bugged a lot longer than you've bugged me. I'm really glad you found that fanfic by that schizo. I've had you on my mind for a long time." FBI put his hand over his mouth. He realized that CIA could also hear him if he spoke the truth. He sighed and grabbed his phone.
"What kind of game are you playing, CIA?" he finally asked. FBI was disappointed that he was busted and angry that he was being watched by CIA. He realized he was guilty of the same thing.
"We live in a fun surveillance state where we can abuse our authority, why not use those powers to come up with a convoluted way to ask you out on a date?" CIA snickered. "Come on, at least get out of that van and let's talk."
"I admit I find your confidence a tad charming," FBI said after a pause. "However, I don't think I can trust you yet. You're a conniving fellow and I'm sure your motives are far from pure. Let's just keep watch on each other for now."
"Very well, let's get to know each other better," CIA teased. FBI slipped behind the wheel of his van. His heart raced as he drove back to his home. The entire time he just listened to CIA breathing. He got out of the van and walked into his home.
FBI wondered how many bugs were in his home. Was he really all that different from CIA? He walked into his bedroom and wondered, could CIA see him? He grabbed his pajamas and decided to change in his bathroom. FBI blushed as he realized that CIA was a filthy degenerate, who probably had every room in his house bugged. FBI stormed out of his bathroom in a huff.
"Hey, you better not have bugged my bathroom!" FBI screamed. He heard CIA laughing and blushed.
"Relax, just your shower! Hey, don't be like that. You bugged me too remember, it's not my fault if you didn't think of bugging the shower," CIA said coyishly.
FBI sighed and laid in his bed. He realized he was trapped. CIA had been gathering dirt on him for awhile, FBI wondered what kind of blackmail he was in for. FBI rolled over on his side and decided he might as well bug CIA's shower if he was going to get caught in a honey trap.
FBI was browsing the internet for terrorists one day when he came across a story written by a schizo. The schizo was shipping FBI with CIA. FBI put down his coffee and tug nervously at his collar. He was aware of CIA. FBI was always on the look out for terrorists and CIA was always around trying to shift the narrative to one he favored. Technically they worked in the same sphere even though they were different agencies. He had never really considered hooking up with CIA and he was certain that he was up to something.
FBI liked to keep up on the other agencies and he didn't hold a high opinion of CIA. There was the problems with rigging other countries elections, overthrowing other governments for fun, the Finder's Cult, MKULTRA, JFK's assassination, Operation Northwood, training Bin Laden as a tactician and many more horrors that the CIA committed. FBI wasn't that free of controversy either. He enjoyed entrapping people, especially schizos, into committing domestic terrorism so the bureau could increase their budget.
Could this be a trick? Was CIA playing the twisted head games he was so fond of on FBI? FBI tapped on his desk and considered CIA. CIA was fond of pushing the narrative of the ruling elite. He had caused chaos for so many countries and had only recently started to work his propaganda machinations domestically. FBI sighed and wondered what he should do. He really wanted to see what CIA was up to. FBI ponders about it for awhile and decides to bug CIA.
Late at night FBI sneaks into CIA's house and plants his bugs. He sends CIA Pegasus spyware to hijack all his devices. Satisfied that he could spy on all of CIA's activities, FBI enjoyed his handiwork before he returned to his van. He decided to stake out CIA since he was there. FBI turned on CIA's phone microphone. His heart skipped a beat as he listened to CIA.
"That's adorable, FBI," CIA murmured. "I've had you bugged a lot longer than you've bugged me. I'm really glad you found that fanfic by that schizo. I've had you on my mind for a long time." FBI put his hand over his mouth. He realized that CIA could also hear him if he spoke the truth. He sighed and grabbed his phone.
"What kind of game are you playing, CIA?" he finally asked. FBI was disappointed that he was busted and angry that he was being watched by CIA. He realized he was guilty of the same thing.
"We live in a fun surveillance state where we can abuse our authority, why not use those powers to come up with a convoluted way to ask you out on a date?" CIA snickered. "Come on, at least get out of that van and let's talk."
"I admit I find your confidence a tad charming," FBI said after a pause. "However, I don't think I can trust you yet. You're a conniving fellow and I'm sure your motives are far from pure. Let's just keep watch on each other for now."
"Very well, let's get to know each other better," CIA teased. FBI slipped behind the wheel of his van. His heart raced as he drove back to his home. The entire time he just listened to CIA breathing. He got out of the van and walked into his home.
FBI wondered how many bugs were in his home. Was he really all that different from CIA? He walked into his bedroom and wondered, could CIA see him? He grabbed his pajamas and decided to change in his bathroom. FBI blushed as he realized that CIA was a filthy degenerate, who probably had every room in his house bugged. FBI stormed out of his bathroom in a huff.
"Hey, you better not have bugged my bathroom!" FBI screamed. He heard CIA laughing and blushed.
"Relax, just your shower! Hey, don't be like that. You bugged me too remember, it's not my fault if you didn't think of bugging the shower," CIA said coyishly.
FBI sighed and laid in his bed. He realized he was trapped. CIA had been gathering dirt on him for awhile, FBI wondered what kind of blackmail he was in for. FBI rolled over on his side and decided he might as well bug CIA's shower if he was going to get caught in a honey trap.
