Mission Impossible

Mark took a seat on the edge of his bed. He kept groping the tip of his chin thinking about the creepy exterminator who walks the halls of their dorm. He jumped back up and started pacing back and forth.

"What the hell are you doing Mark?"

" We need to figure this out Oz."

"Mark, honestly you need to relax. Who cares about the exterminator. I will tell you one thing, all I can think about are Britney and Chelsea. They were so sexy.”

Mark wasn't even paying attention. All he could think about were the bed bugs, his dream and who the guy was in the exterminator outfit. He was determined to find out more about this mysterious guy who even some alumni seemed to know about.

"Bro, lets find out who this guy is, it freaking me out.”

"Ok, I'll do it, but only because the girls left us and we have no friends."

Mark walked over to his closet and pulled out a large piece of poster paper.

" I knew this would come in handy."

Mark and Oz started drawing out a map of the dorm, trying to remember the landscape of the building. Oz grabbed his Cannon Camera and placed it in the charger.  Mark grabbed a flash light, gloves and a few hershey kisses for the adventure.  

"Ok so we have everything we need. Lets relax for the rest of the evening, turn on NFL Live and get some rest for tomorrow night.

"Are we even sure this freak will even be roaming the halls tomorrow night?"

"I have no idea, but we have to find out who this guy is and why he is here. We can be  those guys; the guys who figured out the haunted mystery that has been haunting this school for years. Imagine, the hot girls that will want us after we figure out who this mysterious exterminator is."

"At least you have a good reason for us to even do this stupid 007 mission, said Oz.

Mark and Oz jumped into their beds, turned on the TV and shut the lights off.  

"Goodnight bro."

"Night kid, get ready for mission impossible."

The End

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