I am Walter Becket a junior agent with the CIA. Sitting here enjoying my bagel, a pigeon comes up to me and starts bugging me. I just opened a top secret briefcase handed down from the President himself. I throw the pigeon a bite and he does not respond. He attacks me and starts biting at my head. I feel this pigeon must be possessed or driven for this bagel in some way. After throwing the bagel I discover the pigeon had a much darker purpose. He has taken control of my briefcase; his plans are not known at this time. He has managed to engage the flying mechanism and is shooting at people; one person I fear has lost his life to this monster of a being. I will try to bargain with this cruel creature. I will appeal to his animalistic impulses. I offer the pigeon the bagel he has dropped in hopes to save some innocent lives. He has stopped firing thank goodness. I have got him to land the craft and hope to bargain with him. This pigeon is smarter than he looks I must have a ploy to get him from the briefcase before something more dire happens. My ploy hasn't worked I must try trickery, as I throw the bagel in the air he is momentarily distracted. I make my move throwing him from the briefcase. As the bagel lands in inveterately lands on the missile launch button activating one of many missiles hidden throughout our country. The missile in the Washington Monument launches, its course Moscow, Russia. This bird this creature, has caused an action with severe consequences. IF this missile hits we will have a swift and deadly reaction that will last and many more people will die as a result. I must stop this missile from hitting its target. I man the briefcase and fly towards the missile. As I am flying I notice the same damn pigeon flying behind me. This pigeon must be more evil than I could ever imagine. As i am prepare to fire and shoot down this missile the pigeon makes his move, nearly knocking me off my course and speeding into the missile. The evil creature landed on the briefcase, one more death to save thousands if not millions is a sacrifice I will be willing to take. As I try to fire, "damn out of ammo." I arm the onboard missiles and prepare to fire again. The psycho creature makes no move; I open the briefcase releasing the crucified bagel. The pigeon follows the bagel as it plummets to earth. I fire hitting my intended target and float back down to earth. Saving thousands or millions of lives and quietly walk away. As the missile hits the earth it kills the crusade pigeon. I smirk and walk away.