Special Agent Cows descended the helicopter. He was the United States of Americow's best agent, and the countless scars, and standing out six pack said it all. He was a man to not be messed with.

"So, you know that lunatic your brother tried to ruin, Dr. Chickens?"

Cows was in the office of the President of the United States of Americow, sitting directly across from the President of the United States of Americow himself.

"Yes." Cows shifted uncomfortably. He remembered that tone, the tone of the solider that told him his his father was dead. That was the voice that led to avenging his father's death years later: That was the voice that led him to the life of women, fame, etc: the life of a secret agent.

"Well, i'm afraid, he's failed his mission and is in a happier place." Cows just knew it. His only family left was a dead man.

"Which means?" Cows asked.

"You need to finish your brother's mission in a different manner. Although Chickens has the parts he needs, espionage agents discovered a flaw: There is only one copy of the activation codes. Your mission is to get the codes and get out." the President replied.

"So, no codes, no doomsday?" Cows replied.

"Yes." the President said. "Just get the codes and get out. I've got you an escort helicopter ready when you are. There's a chest right over there. Get the stuff and get to the chopper."

Cows walked over to the chest. He took out a pair of sunglasses, a pistol, and a single cartridge of ammo. He then exited the Rectangle Office.

As he went out, he caught sight of a few of the President's Men.

"The chopper is ready, Cows." one of them told Cows.

Cows stepped up to the helicopter and boarded.

"Let's go." Cows told the pilot.

"This is chopper Destiny, requesting clearance to take off. Cargo is Agent Cows." the pilot said into the intercom.

"Destiny, you have clearance to take off. And good luck, Cows." the operator replied.