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Summary: Yami Malik gets hired to spy on people for the CIA and has film peoples darkest secrets. Does he have what it takes to spy on people and not get caught?
And will he find a secret that involves himself?

Rated: PG 13 (mature scenes, nudity, cursing (mostly by Yami Malik) and Sci-Fi action in the last few chapters)

Chapter 1: The dark employment!

One sunny afternoon in Cario, Egypt a call had came for Yami Malik "hello, what in the h*** do you want?!," he shouted into the telephone "can't you see that I'm busy right now you mother f***in b*****d!!!"and slammed the phone on the receiver.
he had got a lot of prank calls made by teenagers a couple of times those past few weeks "d*** those stupid Ra d***ed mother f***in b*****ds!!," Yami Malik said getting really pissed off "the next time they call and say 'is your refrigerator running?' they'll get their Ra d***ed mother f***in heads hacked off!"
the phone gave another 'ring, ring' Yami Malik answered it "hello, Yami Malik would you like a job?," a girls voice called from the other line " 'cause I have a job that you might just find really interesting."
"why send it for me?," he said "I don't have time for mere child's play, I've got a world to destroy."
"I know but, you can spy on people and see what their major weaknesses are so you can kill them." she said.
"oh okay, how much do I get paid each week and when do I start?" Yami Malik asked in an eager sort of way.
" 'bout $100.00 a week and you can start when you're ready, the application is here at the base." she replied.
"application, base?!," Yami Malik said in pure amazement "what kind of organization do you run?"
"I don't run it, I just work for it. you see, I work for the CIA." she replied.
"the CIA?! holly Ra that's harsh," he said "their pure strictness, and no play. what's up with you wanting me to work for them b*****s?! huh, why?"
"well remember what I said about 'the job' thing?" she asked.
"yeah but, why?" Yami Malik replied.
"well you can destroy the world along with it, you see, I looked in the file and pulled out your profile and it said that 'you had no occupation' and what you wanted most was 'to destroy the world to make one for yourself' so I asked my employer to employ you Yami and he said 'yes'," the girl said "so ya up for it?"
"yes, I'll come tomorrow morning. what's your name?" Yami Malik asked.
"Hina but, call me ai kami21 when you address me in the base okay Yami. do you wanna be addressed something different?" she asked.
"Yami'd be fine. but why do I have to call you ai kami21 for? it means 'love god'." Yami Malik asked.
"that's just what my employer called me when I first got hired." she said.
"oh okay, see you tomorrow Hina." Yami Malik said.
"okay bye Yami." she said and hung her phone up that was on her desk.
Yami Malik hung up his phone, looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was 10:27 'wonder what she looks like? she must be really pretty since her CIA name is ai kami21, that employer dude must love her. to bad I'll have to end their little love affair. WHO CARES!' he thought to himself.
Yami Malik got up from the chair that he had been sitting in for an hour and walked down the dusty stone staircase to Malik and Isis's former punishment room which was now Yami Malik's own personal bedroom. 
he walked over to the closet and opened it, and took a small box from the top shelf and opened it, grinned and grasped the millennium rod firmly in his hand "can't remember the last time I had killed someone with this." he said and took the little piece that held the dagger part of the millennium rod in and snickered.
the dagger had popped out, he pricked himself and tossed the millennium rod into the closet door "yes," he said clinching his fists "still got that sharpness to it, but I'll sharpen it just a bit more." 
Yami Malik took a small knife from his cargo-pocket and flicked the knife to go out, sat on his bed and sharpened the millennium rod until it was really sharp and placed it on his bedside table and placed the box back in his closet, took off his dark purple cape and his black muscle shirt put them on his bedroom door knob, took the knife and flicked it and it when back into the slot and placed it in his bedside table drower which was filled with world destruction blue-prints.
he sat on the bed and cracked his fingers back, and leaned sideways after he was done with his usual procedure for getting ready for bed, and covered himself up and fell asleep.
a couple of hours into the night he dreamt of 'world domination' which he always enjoyed the pain and suffering of others. in his dreams and a couple of nights earlier he dreamt of 'peaceful things' which was his nightmares, how he hated little pink bunnies with big eyes, flying horses, unicorns and people being happy he just wanted to blow them all to pieces.
"d*** those stupid little pink rabbits." he would say.
in the morning he awoke and stretched "d*** the morning, and I was just getting to the good part of my dream too." he said "oh my Ra, need to go to that base. but were it that f***in base at? ahhhh, I'll find it sooner or later."

To Be Continued>>>>