Secret agent

(Secret agent): *Slow footsteps coming towards the office your in, he opens the door, holding a gun* No more bullets. Any more?~ *He grins, and settles down the gun. Getting a cup of coffee* We can share if you like~ *As you looked at him a bit disgusted, you looked out the window and see the hallway full of dead nurses, patients, surgeons, and more. But that’s what Secret agent all killed…for you.* (Your turn I was sick from the Philippines but I’m in America OH SAY CAN U-)