Post by Flint on Feb 9, 2009 18:15:15 GMT -5
Something was off today, the climate, the heaviness to the air that pulled a person down. And it was winter. Imagine that? But there was just something in particular about this day. This mission in particular. Something didn't feel right. Perhaps it was nothing, but maybe...just maybe he should be paying attention. This mission was important after all, and Black had told him he needed to be extra careful, because this wasn't a training exercise, there was not going to be someone just around the bend ready to help him.
If he panicked he died.
He understood this, this was his final test, his tenth mission. His jump into full agent rather than 'rookie'. He'd be the first one to make that rank since the Cold War. Licking his lips nervously he slid through the newly cut barbed wire fence, sliding easily through the spotlights and to the wall of the supply building. Using his silenced gun he blew the lock out and proceeded inside. Taking out his camera, photographing everything in it, and forwarding it to his desk printer.
Job security. If he didn't get out alive, at least his work was done. That's the way he looked at it, even if he knew he was coming home alive. Easing open a filing cabinet of old files, he dug through it for the ones he was looking for, taking clear photographs of each paper he needed. Unaware of his surroundings at the moment, perhaps the mistake that he would be too late to fix.
If he panicked he died.
He understood this, this was his final test, his tenth mission. His jump into full agent rather than 'rookie'. He'd be the first one to make that rank since the Cold War. Licking his lips nervously he slid through the newly cut barbed wire fence, sliding easily through the spotlights and to the wall of the supply building. Using his silenced gun he blew the lock out and proceeded inside. Taking out his camera, photographing everything in it, and forwarding it to his desk printer.
Job security. If he didn't get out alive, at least his work was done. That's the way he looked at it, even if he knew he was coming home alive. Easing open a filing cabinet of old files, he dug through it for the ones he was looking for, taking clear photographs of each paper he needed. Unaware of his surroundings at the moment, perhaps the mistake that he would be too late to fix.
