These are very very good! How about: Spy!
Hey, sorry I haven't posted in some time. School and such. I did do the story for Camera, but it is on paper and at my house, and I am in Vegas over the weekend. This story, however I did on my computer all the way, so I decided to quite procrastinating and post something. So this is what I have for your word Carter, Spy. Enjoy.
---The Mission---
Thirty minutes. I have thirty minutes to reach my target. The truck I am lying under has finally stopped leaking. Good thing, I hate oil in my fur. I laugh to myself. I am the only one with fur. Well, other than the animals I see from time to time. But I’m much more… what did they call them? Human? Yes, that sounds about right. Human. I’m too human to be an animal. Silly humans. Most of the ones I know are fine. But most I encounter on my missions are so weak. They tend to have very fragile bodies. It doesn’t take much for me to break their bones. I guess that’s why they made me. They still won’t tell my if I was human before and underwent some change that caused a memory loss of my previous human self, or if I were a test tube lab experiment. Either way, I’m the perfect soldier, so they say. I used to run team operations. It turns out some people have a problem working with an eight foot, biologically augmented, humanoid fox. Due to their discomforts, I’ve been assigned to solo espionage missions for the past six months. It’s not all that bad, though. Humans only slow me down. Speaking of slowing down, I think I’ve spent enough time hiding under this truck.
I roll to the right until I am out from under the vehicle. Rising to my feet, I can see I am in some garage. I make a beeline for the only door leading into the building attached to my current position. I enter the room, checking my watch once inside. Ten minutes. Running as fast as I can, I make it to a room with lettering on it that I don’t understand. I recognize the patterns from my briefing. This must be the room. I slowly enter the room, and slip into a nearby dark corner. I’m immediately soaked in shadow. Perfect. A man comes down the stairs in front of me and starts toward the door that leads to the room near me. It’s probably best if I kill this man now, so I won’t have to sneak around him later. The man doesn’t carry much in the way of weaponry. Just a standard pistol still in its holster. He doesn’t suspect a thing. A s he moves past my corner, I being to crawl forward. I’m low to the ground, ready to fly. I aim for the man’s neck. My ears are forces to perk up as I hear a low humming coming from the roof behind me. The sound of metal vibrating as it rubs against more metal. I press my back against the wall again, and look up. I see a security camera, rotating to the left. When it reaches the end of its field of vision, now facing the door the man wants to enter, it stops and with it the sound dies out. I forgot about cameras.
Not a big deal. The man enters the room as the camera watches. After the door shuts, the camera naturally begins its rotation to the right. Once it’s out of range to see the door, I enter it swiftly. Once I enter the room, I see the man I wanted to kill, along with two others. They are standing by some desk, talking amongst each other. The room is brightly lit. I dive for a nearby desk, and hide from the light that floods the rest of the room. I don’t think they saw me. I slowly crawl on my stomach until I am on the other side of their table. They are talking in a language I don’t understand. It’s probably the same language that the lettering on the door was in.
I prepare for the attack. I pull out my pistol, which is equipped of course with a standard issue silencer. This should make things easy. I look at the men’s feet and determine where they are standing relative to each other before I strike. One man in front of me, one right beside him, and the final man near his right a ways standing next to the corner of the table to my left. I back up a little and prepare to leap. I thrust myself forward, propelling my body over the table. My jaw latches onto the middle man’s throat. I reach out for the man to my right and clutch his throbbing neck with my massive hand. I raise my left hand and fire four shots near where I predicted the last man to be. I hear his body slump to the ground. The man I bit is now starting to fall as well, so I release my grip. A distinctly familiar metallic flavor slithers down my throat. I turn to my friend that I have around the throat. I raise him off the ground and, while his feet kick at my knees, I shoot the man in the eye and drop his lifeless body.
Easy stuff. There’s a big dresser behind where the men were standing. I run over and search the thing top to bottom. It’s not long before I find what I was sent to retrieve. A small black box with red markings on it. I place the object in my pocket and switch on my small earpiece. “Strawberries obtained, sir,” I say, remembering the code word for the box. The voice relays back to my within seconds, “Great work. Now go make a smoothie.” I switch the earpiece off again, according to previous commands, and make my way for the stairs. I remember the camera and wait for it to pass before sprinting up the spiral staircase.
Once up I see several doors. None of them are what I want. I search around for a while, but I can’t find the door where my “smoothie” is located. I hate these situations. Most of the people I find doing this are so helpless and weak. I can’t stand having to protect them when they can’t even stay hidden and keep up with me. Why is every hostage so....so…human? This floor is obviously not where the man I am looking for is, so I head up another flight of stairs and search there. Then I see the door with the markings I am looking for. I pull my pistol and enter the room. It opens with more rooms inside, all the doors being open. This makes it easy for me to slip into the rooms quickly.
Running form room to, I keep my eyes peeled for any enemies. They should be towards the back, near the hostage, but you can never be too safe. As I enter a new room, a man starts to walk into it. I hide behind the open door until he passes. I grab his head and press it against my gun’s barrel. I fire, then drop the body behind the same door I sought cover. In the next room, there are two more enemies, which are easily disposed of. I find the room I need to enter, closed and locked.
I press my ear up against the door. On the other side of the wood, I hear two men talking back and forth. I pinpoint their position in the room. One man to my left, maybe about three feet out. Another about two or three feet from him to the right. I place the barrel of my gun against the door at an angle to the left. Then I transition it to the right the appropriate degrees. I repeat this three more times to memorize the movements.
I place the barrel of the gun on the door in the first position. I fire, then immediately move to the second position, firing once there. I take a step back and kick in the door. I raise my gun in case the two men are alive. They are slumped over each other in a pile of blood. “Good calculations,” I say aloud.
Then I see the hostage. Her bright orange hair shines through the room. She stands and bites off her restraints. “Thanks. I thought I was gonna have to take care of them on my own,” she says. She smiles at me, her whit cheeks stretching to accommodate her teeth. She stands as tall as me. I am at eye level with her. My ears perk up from a noise behind me. I notice that her ears also perk toward the noise. Her lips curve into a snarl at the enemies that are forming in the rooms I cleared earlier. Her tail swats at the air as she gets ready to pounce.
A man grabs my shoulder to pull me to the ground. The hostage before me leaps and gets the man around the neck. The fox lady then turns her attention to another man, this time taking his rifle. She tears through the enemy reinforcements and continues through the rooms. I can’t believe it. Another agent like me. I recollect myself and chase the fox hostage down.
It is relatively long, in fact most likely the longest I will write for this. But I liked to write it and I think it turned out good. Thanks for the word and I will post "Camera" tomorrow when I get back to Pahrump.
Comments are as always acceptable.