Two months lateA Chapter by Puzzle-bot4. Two Months on To Agent
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next mission on the field is to find and replace the blueprints for the
Secret Investigation, Protection and Inquiry Office (SIPIO)’s new Nuclear
Safe Invisible Deep-sea War Submarine. It is to be believed that these
blueprints are situated in the SIPIO Planning and Research Laboratory. Blue
prints and necessary information included. Return
with the information as swiftly and as inconspicuously as possible. This
mission is to be executed as professionally as possible. Please remember
that the aim of the mission is to achieve the goal if possible, and if not
possible, to abort the mission inconspicuously. ‘Perfect.’ Shelly thought as she looked
over the contents of the email. Just perfect. The mission coordinators only
ever sent a warning if the mission was particularly dangerous. Or if there was
a blemish on her records. Which, owing to her last mission, there was. And
always would be. Up until now, Shelly had prided herself in a perfect,
untouched, beautiful record and an unfriendly reputation. Now the only thing that she had was
her reputation, which was as spiky as an urchin and as unchangeable as, well,
Shelly mused; the chance of her transformation could only be compared to the chance
of her transformation. Anyway, nothing could stay the same forever, nothing was
permanent, and so there was nothing to compare her character to. It made sense
to Shelly. Shelly was as nettle-like as a thorn,
as welcoming as a box of vipers, and as cold as solid Nitrogen. · The girl walked slowly along the dim corridor; hand at her
waist, where her gun was stored. Breathing deeply, yet as silently as she
could, she slowed down to ease her nerves. The room was right along to her
left, after the sharp right-hand turn. She didn’t like that turn. A whole troop
of soldiers could be hiding there without her knowing, and she would walk right
into them. Silently treading the tiled floor, she crept along the passage way.
Was there a shadow there behind the corner, or was it just her troubled mind.
‘Take no chances’ was what she had promised to do. ‘Just attempt to get the blueprint’. The girl’s absolutely soundless
footsteps sounded like thunder in her ears. All of a sudden her palm was too
sweaty to grip her gun. Was that breathing hers or anothers’? An abrupt and
unshielded movement behind the corner affirmed her until now over-active
suspicions. She raced down the dangerously small corridor, and in milliseconds bullets
and miniature explosions of noise ricocheting around her. At that moment, and for years to come, the girl wondered how
in all possibilities that not one bullet critically hit her. In flashes of light the bullets whizzed all around her,
seeking only to destroy. A bullet struck her pack and hit the bullet proof
document case. The girl heard a faint ping
as it struck. The exact same moment the bullet ripped a savage hole in her
pack, a terrible thought struck her. Mid-run she ripped off her pack, threw it,
averting her eyes from what she knew would happen next. All this happened in
about the space of less than two seconds. Afterwards, she realised that, if the
bullet had not struck the grenade, she would have been lost without her pack.
But now, she didn’t think about that. She was thinking about how to save her life.
The specially ordered Mild 3 Second grenade would detonate in one second, and
although it was classified Mild, she would be seriously injured by the
explosion. ‘BOOM!’ A blinding light and searing, wrenching pain engulfed
Shelly’s right arm, side and face and the Grenade exploded. Even through her
tightly shut eyelids stars crossed her vision and dizzied her. Still hurtling
from the detonation, she scrabbled along the corridor. The bullets had stopped
and Shelly knew that the guards, too had been blinded, though even more so then
her, since they had been gazing directly at the backpack, probably wondering
why the girl was taking it off. Nearly at the end of the corridor, Shelly faced a decision.
Would she take the left, that turned straight to the server and technical
headquarters, the right which lead off
deeper into the Research centre, or the front which, although lead closest to
the exit, continued straight ahead for some time. With a split second of time
left, she skidded left. As Shelly’s eyes were still adjusting after the
explosion, she hoped that the shooters would still be blinded from the blast as
she was; it was little more than hope. There lay the door, gloriously close. Shelly ran to it and
slammed her weight against it and turned the handle. It didn’t budge, and for a
moment, any thought of escape was completely snuffed out. Then Shelly remembered that she was meant to pull on that
door, not push it. Once again, Shelly grabbed the handle and heaved for freedom.
And once again it did not move. A faint rattle told of a lock that kept the
door in place. Shelly cursed her defiance at the unmoving locked door as she
pounded at it. There was no lock on this side of the door, so Shelly couldn’t
pick it. And the lock would almost certainly be wired, too. No point trying to
run back the other way, it looked like the chance to bleach her stained reports
was now about to be gone along with
the reports, for stamped across them would be a big, red ‘killed in action’. But she would not be around to see that. She
would be long gone. © 2011 Puzzle-botAuthor's Note
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Added on August 21, 2011 Last Updated on August 21, 2011 AuthorPuzzle-botHereAboutI love reading and read al day long. I love writing, to, But my stories never get finished and are sooo badly written. I like reading, writing, climbing trees, redwall (book), mistmantle (book), redw.. more..Writing
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