The Phone Rang The phone rang. The voice on the other end said "We need you again." then hang up. I recognized that voice instantly but when my wife asked me, I tried my best to stay calm and said, "Just a wrong number." After helping out with the dish washing and laundry, I read a story to our children like always. They enjoyed it pretty much. I looked at them carefully and tried to keep their images in my mind as clearly as possible. Then I kissed my wife and told her that I was heading out for a walk and I would be back soon. But I lied. I wished I could. There was a black car waiting for me outside of our apartment. I hopped in after I made sure that no one was watching. But before we got to our headquarter, the driver pulled over the car and said, "We're there." I had no choice but get off the car and went into the building wondering what was happening. As a special agent with years of practical experience, I could tell there was something wrong. I pulled out my handgun and kicked the door open. It was dark and quiet inside. Suddenly the lights turned on and people were shouting, "Happy Birthday, agent Bill!" It turned out to be a surprise Birthday party for me thrown by my colleagues and superiors. My wife and children were there, too. I put away my handgun while tears rolled down my face. My boss then told me it was my last mission and I could enjoy my life with my family afterwards. I hugged and thanked everyone. It was the best time of my life! Later we moved to a small island called Magicland. And since then, every day seemed to be a holiday to us. This morning I was enjoying my tea and suddenly the phone rang! Again! (This is my first fiction story. How would you make it sound more natural? Your feedback will be highly appreciated. )