The Writing on the Wall

1. Wii got Wii fit!!

2. Twilight is coming out next week!

3. We got Wolf in SSB brawl!!

4. I have writers block for my story!!

5. We have to write so many essays for social studies!!!! One every week!

6. OBAMA WON!

7. YAYZ!

8. Here's another story. I wrote it for language arts, and it's not too bad. But of course, not as good as my actual story that is like a novel.

Airport

Being a secret agent isn’t all it’s cut out to be. Sure, you get high tech gadgets, and sure, you get to sneak around and spy on people. But have you ever gotten in a gunfight? Those are not as fun as they may seem in movies, and are a hundred times more painful than you would think. And have you ever had to deal with an angry boss after you fail an assignment? And as a punishment for failing, you are put on an even harder job?

Seven o’clock PM: I was at a café, drinking a cup of coffee, surfing the web, and deciding how to best tell the Mission Commission Board (MC for short) that I had failed my previous mission to find the person who had attempted (but not succeeded) to blow up an airplane. Well, being the MC, they already knew what had happened, and I received an email from the board.

Alice Walker-

We have received intelligence that your previous mission to track down a very dangerous terrorist has failed.  We are disappointed that you were not able to succeed, and have decided to give you this one last mission as your final chance.

Mission Objective: Stop a potential murder at the Tidal Beach resort in Miami.

Suspect (s): A man who goes by the name of John Darjeeling, real name unknown.

Misc.: Nothing known about motives or target. You mission partner will not be disclosed.

Good luck on your mission. Remember, failure will not be accepted, and you will be out of a job.

So, I had another mission. Except this time, I didn’t have enough information that could help me, and if I failed, I was burnt toast.

I drove myself home, and on my counter, I found a fat envelope with a plane ticket to Miami, my check-in and check out times, a note that told me that I would get a ticket back home once I completed my mission, and $10,000 in cash.

The only problem with this was that my plane was slated to leave in 3 hours. I hastily packed my toiletries, some casual clothing, and a couple formal dresses, just in case. I stuffed a book and my laptop into a backpack, and after a couple moments of indecision, I threw in a couple snack bars. Who knows what could happen on the plane?

I dashed to my car and immediately proceeded to stomp on the acceleration. Hoping that I wouldn’t be caught, I speeded about half of the way to the airport before I realized I had to report to the local spy command center before I started on my mission.

Mentally hitting my head on a brick wall, I swerved around and went back the way I had come. Veering into the driveway of a decrepit building, near home, I jumped out of the car and ran to the back. I then went into the back door, and down a flight of steps, into the local spy quarters.

No matter how many times I entered the room, I was amazed by it. Underneath the old building was a treasure trove of technology and secret information. Someone was sitting at the wide table that occupied a fair portion of the room. I saw a reflection of my black hair and green eyes in one of the screens.

I flickered on the lights, but I couldn’t see who was in the chair because the back of the chair was facing me. The chair slowly twirled around to face me, and I saw the person in the chair.

“So, Alice. Decided to accept your mission?”

Go figure. It was Daniel.

“Of course I accepted it! Good, grief, Danny, what are you doing here? You aren’t even my boss, so how do you know about my mission?”  That was a stupid question. “Never mind. You hacked into the system. Now, do you know what stuff I’m assigned for this mission? ‘Cause I need to be at the airport in oh…” I checked my watch. “45 minutes. And it’s a half hour drive to the airport. And I don’t know how bad security is going to be. And then I will miss the plane. And then...”

He cut me off.  “Calm down Alice. You’ll get there on time. Actually, you would have gotten there by now, and you could never had come here.”

I scoffed. “Oh, don’t tell me that we have a mission control room in the basement of the airport too!”

He nodded. “In the attic, actually.” I saw something that looked suspiciously like a mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes.

I sighed. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Nope.” He grinned crookedly and scratched his chestnut brown hair. “Okay, you need the micro-microphone, and the Stealth.”  The Stealth was the codename for a small and lethal gun that was very powerful. There were only four of them in the whole spy network. Danny looked envious as he handed it to me. “I’ve never used it before. It seems that your mission will be dangerous.” That was the understatement of the millennium. If I have the Stealth…

I glanced at my watch. “Oh, shoot. I just have barely enough time to get to the airport.” I swore under my breath. “I better leave.”

“Actually, I have to get to the airport too… I can drive you, you know. I know a shortcut.” He thought for a moment. “Or two.”

I nodded. “Sure. Let me grab the things from my car.”

I hurried out of the building to my car. The first thing I noticed was that my window was broken, but nothing was taken. There was something put in. On the passenger side seat, there was a note, written in red ink. I tentatively picked it up and unfolded it.

If you want to keep your life, do not meddle. You may lose your job, but your life will be spared.

It wasn’t signed. I sighed and  folded it back into shape and stuck it in my pocket. There was no time to think about it, I needed to catch a plane. I plucked my luggage from the trunk and hoped no one would touch my car again. This mission was more important than the car, and I had gotten the car from the MC anyways.

I ran over to Danny’s car and jumped into the passenger side.

“What’s up?” He noticed the grim look on my face. I showed him the note.

“And a window was broken too,” I nodded. “What do you think?”

He shrugged, “No clue,” and that was the end of the discussion, but it stayed at the back of my mind.

We spent the rest of the relatively (and unexpectedly) short trip talking about various things; the songs on the radio, the weather, and other generic conversational pieces. Soon we lapsed into silence, and my mind wandered back to the note.

A loud screech and a bout of swearing dragged my out from my train of thought. Our car was surrounded by four black cars with blacked out windows. The screech was caused by Danny hitting the brakes.

“What’s going on?” I whispered, drawing out the Stealth from my bag, hoping I wouldn’t have to use it.

“Shhh…” was the reply I got.

Simultaneously, the driver’s side door of each car opened, and four black suited men walked towards us. I got a better grip on the Stealth.

Two of the men stood at the back doors, while the other two roughly pulled the front doors open.

“Are you two workers for the International Spy Service?” The one on my side indicated to Danny and me.

“Err… no?”  Oh no. Danny was such a bad liar.

The man nodded to his comrades, and we found ourselves at gunpoint. Could this day get any worse? It was almost ten o’clock at night for goodness sakes! I should be at home, watching stupid reality shows, not being trapped in a mysteriously empty highway!

Another of the four men spoke. “You both will turn around and forget about your mission. If you meddle in our affairs, the one murder will not be the only one.” Ah-ha, so Danny was my mission partner, was he? Slightly irritated,  I looked sideways at him. He was looking down at the steering wheel, but I saw his eyes flicker to me, and the imperceptible nod. I knew what he meant. The Stealth was not going to remain unused.

Within five seconds of this silent exchange, I had punched the man on my side in the stomach and hit him over the head with the Stealth. Danny had knocked out the man on his side similarly. Two down, two to go.

 The other two men came around at us. I aimed my gun at one of them, and he stopped in his tracks for a moment. That moment was all I needed. Before he knew it, I had shot a bullet smack-dab through his heart. He dropped down to the ground. Danny looked admiringly at me. “Nice shot.”

“Thanks.” But he didn’t reply. The other man had him in a headlock.

Shoot.

“Get out of the car and drop the gun.” He grinned evilly. I sighed and got out. But before he knew it, I jumped and flipped over him. I pressed the Stealth against his head.

“Let him go.” I growled. He let Danny go. “Now slowly turn around.” He turned. “Now, listen carefully. I want you to go tell your boss, whomever he or she is, that we will not stop, no matter what. No matter how many people are sent after us, we will not be deterred.”

He leered at me. “How do you know that I’ll obey you?” I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a microchip. It was the micro-microphone.  

“Because of this.” I nodded. “Swallow it.”

He looked at me incredulously. “Swallow that? Are you crazy?” as an answer, I grinned. “Fine.” He grumbled. I handed it to him, and he dropped it into his mouth.

“Swallow.” I ordered. He did. “That is a tracking device. It contains a microphone. And we can hear everything you say, and if you don’t, it has a self-destruct function that spreads poison throughout your body, and you will die very painfully.

Okay, now that was taken care of. “Now get in the car, and leave. We have a plane to catch.” I trained the gun on him as he stepped to one of the cars. “Wait.” I looked at his two knocked out comrades (and one dead one) on the ground. “Don’t leave until these two goons get up.” I nodded at the men on the floor, “And remember, painful poison.”

Without another work, I turned on my heels, and walked back to Danny. “Maybe I should drive.”

“Probably.”  He rubbed his neck.

We finally got to the airport, after fifteen minutes of complete awkward silence.

“Well then…” I parked the car and looked straight at Danny. “You knew about us being mission partners?” I was a tad bit, to say the least, irritated at him for not mentioning it.

“Yeah. I hacked into the system, remember?”

I nodded and decided to leave the issue till later. “Okay then… we better catch the plane.”

“Wait.” He caught my arm and looked straight into my eyes. “Thanks. You know, for saving my life.” I blushed and looked away.

We walked through the airport in silence, but we both knew what the other was thinking. Who told our adversaries about us? Why would they go to such great lengths to stop us? Who were they? What the heck was going on?

As if answering my unasked question, Danny spoke. “We’ll find everything out sooner or later.”

And I knew that he was right. We would find out everything. But first, we had to board the plane.

Okay, my goal is to have 50,000 words typed in my story.  After each post, I'll tell you what I'm at.

As of now... 4,734 words. 45,376 to go!!

-me