I know I never have anything interesting to post about. Half+ of the posts on this blog is just my craziness...
Chapter 1
Being a spy 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? Definitely not as exciting as TV.
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
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 be Jacob Drighton.
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. And Jake was my partner. As much as I loved my best friend, having him on this mission with me would not be helpful.
I drove myself to my apartment, 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.
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, and saw the back of someone’s head in the chair.
“So, Alice. Decided to accept your mission?”
Go figure. It was Jacob. Our resident klutz slash tech geek.
“Of course I accepted it! Good, grief, Jake, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you going to the airport?
“Because we’re supposed to go together. And you probably wouldn’t appreciate me going without you.”
“True…Now, do you know what stuff we’re assigned for this mission? ‘Cause we 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 we’ll miss the plane. And then...”
. “Okay, calm down,
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. Jake looked envious as he handed it to me. “Can I hold it? You know, just for when we don’t have to use it?”
“Jake, there is a reason why you’ve never held the gun. If we gave it to you, you’d probably shoot yourself in the foot, or something.”
He still stared wistfully at it. “I guess, but…”
I glanced at my watch. “Oh, shoot. We just have barely enough time to get to the airport.” I swore under my breath. “Let’s go.”
“I can drive.” He volunteered. “I know a shortcut.” He thought for a moment. “Or two.”
I nodded, wondering if his driving was as bad as I expected it to be. The last time I let him drive was 3 years ago, the day before I got my drivers license. After that, I never let him drive. Ever. “Sure. Let me grab the things from my car.” I hoped I wouldn’t regret this.
I hurried out of the building to my car. The first thing I noticed was that my window was broken, but nothing was taken. Carefully brushing the shards of glass off the seat, I tentatively picked up a note that someone had put on said seat.
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. Even as a spy, death threats did not come often.
But 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 Jake’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.
Jake wasn’t a half bad driver. 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 Jake hitting the brakes. The swearing was caused by him jamming his Black Converse too hard into said brakes, in the result of a crushed toe.
“What’s going on?” I whispered, drawing out the Stealth from my bag, hoping I wouldn’t have to use it.
“My toe hurts.”
“No, Captain Oblivious, outside, with the cars. That’s the reason why you stopped, right.”
“Oh, yeah. I don’t know.”
Our pointless exchange was cut short by the driver’s side door of each car being opened (simultaneously), 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 CIA?” The one on my side indicated to Jake and me.
“Err… no?” Oh no. Jake 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.” Jake was trying not to look scared, but I could see him go pale in the darkness. He may be one of the greatest technological geniuses of the CIA, but in a fight, he was like a flying hippo. This was all up to me.
I had punched the man on my side in the stomach and hit him over the head with the Stealth. Jake had done his best, and kicked the man on his side in the shins. The man tripped, and Jake knocked him out with a blow to the head.
“
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. Jake looked admiringly at me. “Nice shot.”
“Thanks.” But he didn’t reply. The last 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, pushing myself off Jake’s car. I pressed the Stealth against his head.
“Let him go.” I growled. He let Jake go. “Now slowly turn around.” I kept the gun aimed at him as he turned. “Now, listen carefully. I want you to go tell your boss, whoever he or she is, that it’s no use bothering us. We’re not gonna stop.”
He smirked. “And how can you be sure that I’ll obey you?”
I pulled out the micro-microchip.
“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, Jake.” I looked at his two knocked out buddies (and the one dead one) on the ground. “Lets put these goons in this other thug’s car.”
We hauled the three men into the back of the car, stacked on top of each other (that would be painful when they woke up).
Without another work, I turned on my heels, and walked back to Jake. “Maybe I should drive.”
“Probably.” He rubbed his neck.
The rest of the uneventful ride consisted of silence.
I parked, and we got out and started to walk to the entrance.
“Umm… thanks,
I grinned. “And how many times is that now? 3? 4?”
“Five, actually.”
“Well, you owe me.” I poked him in the back as we stepped inside the blindingly modern airport.
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