Lucas Flint was having the worst day of his life.
First, his wallet disappeared—probably stolen by some sneaky kid at the bus station. Then, the sandwich shop ran out of his favorite cheese. And just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he heard his ex-girlfriend's breakup message. On voicemail. No drama, no phone call—just a voice telling him she was done.
Lucas looked around the crowded bus station and sighed. The loud chatter, flashing advertisements, and endless clatter of bus engines felt like a bad joke. He just wanted to get home, eat a real meal, and maybe watch something that didn't remind him of how terrible his day had been.
He grabbed his worn-out black suitcase from the luggage rack and started walking toward the exit. But what he didn't realize was that his suitcase was no longer his suitcase.
Somewhere between grabbing a pretzel and daydreaming about sleep, Lucas had accidentally picked up the wrong bag.
This suitcase looked the same on the outside—black, scuffed, and a little beaten—but when he finally sat down on a bench to unzip it, things got strange.
The moment he pulled the zipper, a small buzzing sound came from inside. Then a blinking screen lit up, showing a strange logo and flashing words: **"Welcome Back, Agent Zero."**
Lucas jumped back, nearly dropping the suitcase. From somewhere inside the case, a small metal ball popped up and chirped in a polite British accent, "Identity confirmed. Mission download in progress."
"Uh… what?" Lucas said, staring at the glowing gadget like it was an alien.
Suddenly, his wrist buzzed. A voice came through his phone's earpiece—one he didn't know he had.
"Agent Zero, this is Control. Hostiles inbound. Evade and proceed to extraction point Alpha."
Lucas swallowed hard. "Wait, no—I'm not Agent Zero. I'm Lucas Flint. I'm just a guy who wanted a pretzel and to go home."
Before he could say more, a black van screeched to a stop in front of the station. Four men in black suits jumped out, sunglasses reflecting the streetlights.
"There!" one shouted. "He's got the case!"
Lucas' heart hammered in his chest. Without thinking, he grabbed the suitcase and bolted into the crowd, weaving through people and trying to disappear.
His "bad day" just got a whole lot worse.