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03-11-2003, 04:33 PM
A Spy Comes Home
:My First day
My name is Niles Ferrier. I work for the British secret service MI6. It was my first mission for the government. I was in Zlavania. I had been assigned to drop off a suitcase to an operative, already stationed there. The suitcase contained documents on corrupted Zlavacian agents who had defected. I had only received a brief transmission of my instructions, telling me the drop off point and the time that the other spy would be there. The transmission had been cut off before I learned what the other agent looked like. The drop off point was in a park near the central water fountain. I was only to give the man the suitcase and leave. It would have been an easy task, except that I didn’t know who to give the suitcase to. There were three people in the park. A woman in a jogging suit in her early twenties, a man eating a sandwich and an elderly man dressed in black, reading a paper. I had no idea which person to give the case to. I had to make the decision myself. I chose the elderly man. He had something about him, a spy-like quality. I walked across the turf towards him and sat down beside him, on a bench. I said,
“I have the brief case.”
The man gave me an odd look then I realized that I had picked the wrong man. In my moments hesitation the man had begun a sprint towards the police waving like a mad man. The police were heading back to their posts at the station just ahead.
I had to think fast .I reached for my phone that was in my back pocket. The phone had been given to me by MI6; it was now standard spy issue, and had a radio transmission scrambler so that no radio signals could be broadcasted in a 100m radius, I pushed the appropriate keys and a green light came on showing that it had successfully jammed all the radio signals. Now the police couldn’t call for any assistance. The police had now started running to me. I put the phone back in my pocket and slowly raised my arms. I could see that the two policemen were disappointed that I wouldn’t put up a fight as they started to slow down and come at me with less enthusiasm. The police men were tall well built men, If they weren’t police men they would probably have been working in another job that involved giving people a good kicking. The policemen had got pretty close now and had drawn their guns. This made a full on attack to them very dangerous, too dangerous for me to try it .I would have to disable them in some other way that didn’t involve guns. The police were now very close to me and I could make out their faces. They both seemed like they hadn’t had a wash and a shave in a few days and their uniforms were in desperate need of a wash.
Now was the chance to make my move or I never would, and then the
Government would end up with the documents inside the suitcase. I pointed my watch roughly at their eye level and pressed the appropriate button. It fired a high-powered beam of light. The men surprisingly let out high-pitched screams and started to cry , but as much as I would have liked to watch them suffer I had to move on. I hurriedly grabbed the suitcase and made my way to the bandstand to the west of the park.
The police were now far behind me so I had a lead on them. The path leading to the bandstand was made up of small stones that unfortunately made a lot of noise. The bandstand was supported by six white wooden poles and had a red domed roof that was in need of a good lick of paint. I sprinted up the polished stone steps that lead up to the bandstand. Before every mission it is MI6 policy to learn the terrain of the area that you will be using.
I knew that behind the bandstand there was a slope leading to the River Wiza. I had to get down to the river without falling down the slope and breaking a leg. Just then an idea come to me. I would ride the pole down the slope into the river. I pulled out my handgun and started shooting at the top of one of the poles supporting up the roof of the bandstand. Shards of broken wood were flying all over the bandstand floor. When the top of the pole was almost totally severed from the top of the bandstand I put my pistol away and picked out my breathing kit from my utility belt. The nosel from which you breathed had a very strange taste and it cut into my gums but it was that or drowns. I made sure I had a firm grip of the suitcase and backed up. I made a fast run at the podium and put all my weight into a jump. The podium came of the bandstand with a loud snap. I stood with both feet on the pole riding down the slippery slope. Mud splashed as the pole went down the slope staining my suit. It was tricky to stay balanced on top of the pole. With a large splash the pole hit the water. I put my free hand on the podium and then I went in as well. I felt the water hit me drenching my clothes and going in my hair. I was totally subsided in the dark murky water. I darent open my eyes from fear of what was in the water making me go blind, I didn’t even want to think what the water was doing to my ears. I could soon feel the strength of the river pulling me down to the ground level which was most Likely covered in stones that would smash into my body if I went that low but I couldn’t let that happen I needed to keep holed of the pole
. I could feel the suitcase slipping out of my hands. I tightened my grip on the suitcase but it was still pulling hard I had to hold on a little longer but the current was too strong and the suitcase was lost. I may be suspended if survived but might not get the chance. It seemed to be taking forever to travel down the river to the road bridge. The air coming into my mouth was stale and I feared it would run out and then it did. I spat out the mouthpiece since I had no longer a use foe it. I soon felt the urge to breath again. My lungs longed oxygen but I still had to deny them that pleasure. I needed to go up for air but that might be fatal the police were most likely back searching for me and if I raised my head I may get shot. I was starting to feel very light headed. Before my eyes my life was starting to flash before s but my epic story was cut short when I collided into a patch of land. With a new effort I pulled my self up the land until my head was above water I opened my eyes only to find out my vision was covered in black spots. When I breathed in it felt like new life energy was passing through me my head seemed to clear like I was waking up and my muscles felt as if they were relaxing from a long workout .I felt relived but what was still left to come of this mission. I was out of the frying pan but what was I in now.
I awoke feeling refreshed but it was strange I didn’t remember going to sleep in the first place. I found my self propped up on one side of the bridge. It was made up of old brick. It looked pre World War 2 construction and I looked as if I wasn’t wrong by the rubbish that had collected there over the years. There was an old card bored box that was home to a large family of rats. There were many beer bottles some imported from England. I tried to move but my aching muscles pulled me back down. Maybe I thought the ride I had last night wasn’t as good for me as I had thought. I opened a small package from my utility belt. It was a high-energy protein tablet that would excel my healing dramatically and cut of my pain to an extent. The tablet without water seemed to go very slowly down my throat cutting at my flesh. The tablets were not even available in hospitals, just recently developed and MI6 had volunteered to give them a test drive. I would have to give a review on what they were like if I made it back to London alive.
The pills had worked very well and I felt no pain coming from my back. I had gathered my bearings and guessed that it was about 9 in the morning from the time on my phone that was in British time; I had to convert it to my current time zone. I could hear the traffic pass above me on the bridge and the sound of the river running. I looked up to the sky and saw that it was a lovely warm day with the sun shinning. I could feel the suns rays against my skin warming me all over. It reminded me of when I went camping with the scouts as a child. I had been a terrible scout my master told me. It wasn’t because I wasn’t fast enough or I couldn’t tie the right knots. I had never been a person to think carefully I had always took risks, that side of me had nearly gotten me into a lot of trouble when I was younger and all so my friends. I can think back to when we all used to leave camp at night while all the others were asleep and go to look at all the things the scout mater wouldn’t let us explore because it was near a tall drop or there had been some wild animals living close in that area. Many times I had been chased by some animal we had disturbed and arrived back at camp without being noticed but often only by the skin of our teeth. VROOM! I was brought back out of my remenisant daydream by the sound of a lorry passing above me. I found I had my Swiss army knife in my hand. I had gotten that at camp and it had always been there for me when I needed it unlike any gadget it meant something to me it wasn’t just a tool to help me get out of a large problem or a device of maximum carnage it was real. I had had the knife for 20 years and I didn’t plan on loosing it now. I put the knife back in my chest pocket and got back to the living world.
I was very close now to the police station so I didn’t think it wouldn’t be wise for me to make a giant getaway killing every one who opposed me. What I needed was a distraction something to let me walk down the street or run without the police looking for me. It would have to be something big something to get people and police something to think about other than a British agent running a round the town. The area was highly populated but I could use that to my advantage. I f I could get all the people around the are to create a distraction for me all the police would be too busy to go looking for me. I looked a round a mentally drawn map in my mind. It showed the police station the park my hotel. Next to the police station was the city prison. Then it hit me the prison I could create mass havoc by releasing all the prisoners onto the streets. But that wouldn’t be easy I couldn’t just walk into the prison and let every body out and besides the public wouldn’t know for a long time. I needed something loud that would alert all the civilians and get the prisoners out in the sloppiest way possible. I approached the prison from behind. It was a tall colorless building. It had two guard towers with one armed policeman in each tower concentrating on the prisoners in the prison not other people like me outside the prison. I slowly crept up to the prison wall. The guards in the towers hadn’t noticed me yet. I felt perspiration run down my face. I pulled out the highly compressed c4 from the soul of my shoe. I had been told that it was small but had a large wallop to it. I carefully rubbed it into the stonewall and put the small charge that would set it off in it. I crept away slowly but I stepped on a twig that made a loud snap. The prison guard in the tower turned around and looked straight at me. I felt my heart in my mouth beating like a rabbit. The man aimed his gun straight at me and then “BANG!!!” The c4 exploded throwing me back out of the guard’s range of fire. I was straight back on my feet and running away from the prison as fast as I could go. I suddenly felt a lot of heat on my back. I threw my jacket off and to my amazement it was on fire. The flames from my jacket spread to the grass and then it grew and grew spreading quickly over the dry grass. I heard the sound of feet thumping onto the ground behind me. I turned around to see a group of prisoners franticly running towards me. I started to run in the opposite direction. The pill I had taken had given me a large amount of energy enough to make a big difference in the distance between myself and the rampaging prisoners behind me.
After I had cleared the distance between the prisoners and me I ended up in a once crowded street. Where once there was bustling a street full of people looking for the best dealt there was empty streets with dumped bags and snacks that people had dropped in the panic getting away from the fire. In the distance I could hear sirens getting closer. There was no longer time to look at the streets or figure out where I was going. I had to move. The best way for me to leave the city would be to go by boat. I could steel a boat from the harbor. The harbor was only a few minutes away but I didn’t have minutes. In seconds the police or the rampaging prisoners would be on my back. I could get arrested pr attacked in the street and miss out on the opportunity I had created to get out of the area. I had to think straight I couldn’t panic. I re gathered my self. I had to let go of all the things going into my brain at the same time. I needed some transport something quick and easy to steal. I looked around there were a few cars but they would take to long to steal and they couldn’t go down the narrow streets. I the corner of my eye I spotted a motorbike. The bike had been abandoned in the street the owner had obviously thought they would have been better off walking. I ran over to the bike. It seemed to be well looked after. I lifted the bike up of the ground and found the ignition was already on. I kicked off and pushed down on the pedal. The bike roared to life and sped off at a surprisingly powerful pace. I sped down the streets. I turned down one of the side streets. I felt the wind blew in my face ruffling up my hair. Was surprised how fast the bike could go and even more surprised of how there were no cars on the road. Just as I turned a corner a police patrol car came down the street. I tried to ignore the car but it didn’t move it came on at me. I needed to get to the harbor known but I would get nowhere with a car on my tail. I put all my weight into a turn falling to the floor and skidding on one side of the bike. I saw the sparks fly off the metal scraping on the floor behind me. The police car seemed to back off a bit not wanting to be caught by the sparks. I needed to pull off the next move perfectly. I pushed all my weight and got the bike right again. I came out of the skid and came up facing the police car. I put the bike at full throttle making a wheelie as I did so the police car still came along at me. The moments seemed to drag forever as I came closer to the police car. As soon as I became to see that my front wheel was passing over the bonnet of the car I put forced the bike down again onto the car window smashing it down wit a snap. Then the bike just rode up over the car. I saw the ground pass below me. I came down to the ground with a large thump. I heard the police car behind me crash into a wall police training came nowhere near to the standard of MI6 training.
I zoomed down the streets until all the buildings stopped and it was open road. I could see the smoke rising behind me I had made a mess of things haven’t I, I wonder what the queen will say. I came up to the harbor. There was a single boat in the dock. It was a yacht. I looked as if it had been abandoned for some time. I would have loved to take the bike with me on bored but I thought that it would be too much of a struggle with the limited time I had. I left the bike where it was and climbed aboard the wooden plank that led to the boat. I stepped onto the deck and noticed how the floor was beginning to rot from lack of care. The door seemed to be have left unlocked so I pushed the door open. I was hit by a foul smell as I entered the boat. It smelt of rotting fish and rotten air. The floor beneath me was all shag crept that was made to look like Tiger skin that clashed with the blue walls that on their own looked a mess. I started to walk down to the bridge when I realized I had to untie the boat before it would move. I walked back the way I came this time trying not to breath. I walked down the gangplank to be confronted by a shotgun nozzle pointing at me. The person holding a gun was an old man in tatty cloths. He looked as if he hadn’t washed in a year and judging by his smell he had been living in the boat. He said in Russian ”come away from the boat or Ill shoot. “ the man paused for breath and then said. “ I am a good shot I fought in the war and I killed a few nazi in my time.” The man’s gun seemed to scroll up and down my body. The man may have been going senile but a man with a gun was always dangerous. I wanted too look for a way out without killing him. His feet were on the old rotting gangplank that was bending and buckling under his weight. I had a thought. If I could just ad the weight to the gangplank I could snap it and send the man into the water. It wouldn’t be too difficult all I had to do was distract him. I said to him in Russian the best I could manage
“ Please pity me I mean no harm” as I said that I slowly put one foot onto the gangplank.” I needed to sleep somewhere away from the fire” I put my other foot on the gangplank. I hared the wood snapping below me and I jumped backwards just as the wood gave in. The man plummeted into the murky waters making a large splash as he did so. I jumped over to the water to the dock. I untied the rope connecting the boat to the harbor. The boat suddenly started to move with the current and I saw the man clinging to some wood peeling off from the side of the boat. I had to move fast running down the harbor keeping up with the boat. The rope that tied the yacht to the dock was tailing behind the boat. I launched my self of the peer and saw the rope flying in the air in front of me. I reached out with both my hands and grabbed the rope. I splashed down into the water being pulled by the rope. I yanked at the rope and pulled my self up. I put my feet on the side of the boat but they slipped off the wet surface. Again I was dunked into the water. By this time I we had left the harbor behind us and were now sailing down the river building momentum as the river propelled the boat. Now both sides of the river were slopes leading up to lush woodland. The boat was veering to the left of the river. If I didn’t get adored we would crash and I would die. The boat was now only a few meters away from the side of the river if I could crawl up the side of the slope I could flip onto the boat. I was now very close to he side of the river. I put my feet out and started to run vertically along the slope. I kicked off the side of the slope with my right foot doing a back flip and landing both feet into the boat. I ran straight into the boat forgetting to hold my nose and receiving a mouthful of the smell of the old man as I got in. I ran into the bridge room and located the capstan I pulled hard to the right just in time to avoid hitting the slope. I left the bridge hastily to see if my friend with the gun was ok after all I didn’t want him dead just for protecting his home. I walked onto the deck and peered down to see the old man still there his arms clutching the piece of protruding wood. I offered him a hand. The man looked at me and seemed to be resistant at first to receive help but the freezing cold water must have overcome his pride because he put his hand out to mine. With a powerful yank I lifted him to the rail and the used both hands to pull the rest of him up. I stepped back away from the man to get a good look at him. He lifted his head and store at me. I couldn’t read his mood from his face since he had no expression from his teeth constantly chattering. The man raised him self to his full height and the collapsed onto the floor. I picked the man up and I put his arm over my shoulder and carried him inside the boat. This time I went through another door to a living room. The carpet in this room had been torn out but from the remnants still remaining on the floor I could tell that it was the same tiger shag from the hall way. The walls in this room were covered in peeling amber paint. There was a old sofa that had been converted into a bed in the centre of the room. There were no other items of furniture in the room except for a pile of cloths. I placed the man carefully in the bed turn sofa and put some rags over him. He would probably need something to eat when he awakened and I was hungry to but I would cross that bridge when I came to it now I had to steer the yacht and keep it away from the riverside until the waves calmed down enough for the boat to move peacefully down the river.
The river had stopped moving s violently now and the yacht was moving a steady pace. It hadn’t taken long to hotwire the boat so now I had the added bonus of engine power. I went to the room where I had left the old man asleep to find hat he wasn’t there at all. Hiss cloths were on the floor along with the rags and there was a bottle of vodka on the floor. I turned around and went back into the hallway. I worked out that if he were on the boat he would be in the lower deck. I walked down the old wooden creaky steps into a room where the only light was a single candle. The room had started life as a luggage slash wine cellar but had been changed into a kitchen slash toilet. The area, which started out as a place to keep luggage, was now a kitchen. It had a small gas canister cooker with a basin and a few pots and pans. To the left of the cooker there was a small pile of tinned food. The wine rack now had odd bits of junk that had been put to use. There were a few tights that were tied together to make a fishing net and a bike handle bar that made a handle for a knife. In the corner I saw the man eating some bread.
“hello nice too see you are ok” I said the best I could in Russian. The man looked up at me with a startled look on his face he obliviously hadn’t realized that I had been there. He was wearing a T-shirt and jacket with tracksuit bottoms. The man said nothing but he threw me a piece of the brad he was eating and placed a bottle of water on the floor near me. I took the water and bread and thanked him. The bread was stale and the water was warm but to me it was the nicest thing I had eaten in all my life. I decided to leave the man to his own devices since he didn’t seem to be much of a conservationist. I walked back to the bridge as I finished off the last bit of brad and drank the last bit of water. While I had been gone I had moved away from the woodland on either side of the river. It was now smooth green land. I could see no evidence of a fire from here so I was further along the river than I thought I had been or the police had put the fire out witch meant they might be spending more time looking for me. I could see a bridge coming up along the river now. If they new that I was moving along by river they may try and head me of further along and I couldn’t escape whilst on a boat I would have to leave. I went out side of the boat as I came up to the bridge. The bridge was very small; only just large enough for the yacht to pass under s if I climbed on top of the yacht I could climb onto the bridge. There was a pair of ladders that went to the top of the boat that were meant for maintenance but I could use them. I climbed the ladder and I had to steady my self before I could stand because the wind was wobbling the boat and swinging me about. As the top of the bridge came up I jumped and gripped the metal rail. I heaved my self up and climbed over the rail my top half first. I straightened my self up and brushed the dirt of my clothes and then had a look around. I pulled out my phone and selected the global positioning system. It received signals of MI6’s own satellites. It would show me grid maps of were ever I was in the world. The phone’s waiting sign came p then a map of my area. I showed I was on a bridge that leads to a safe hose and then a borderline to Romania. I thought that I could stay at the safe house for a while then head for the border. I pulled up some info on the safe house it said a retired CIA operative owned it. He lived there with his sun and he would give me supplies. The Safe house was a kilometer west away and it should take me a bout 3 hours to get there running. I shut my phone down and started to run down the country road.
When I arrived at the safe house it was dark. It felt as if that I had been running for a whole day. The house had ho lights on and the barn was empty. It felt suspicious. I pulled my gun out from its container. I walked up to the house and peered into the window. I could see no one home. I opened the door and stumbled over dome odd bits in the floor until I found the light switch I tried to switch it on but nothing happened. I thought that maybe he was outside at the mains. That would explain why no one was home and there was no power. I walked out the door and round the side of the farmhouse. I saw the mains attached to the wall and two forms that looked like people looking at the mains. I walked over to them but I stopped shocked half way. The people weren’t moving. I walked over and moved them aside. They were dead and they were cold they had been dead for a long time. Then two headlights beamed in my face. When my eyes adjusted I could make out two people getting out of a car. I had been set up. One man shouted to me
“ throw us your weapen the gun then the magaazin or die spie” in ruff English. They had me and I had no way out. I couldn’t shoot them or make a run for it. It looked as if my luck was out; at least that’s what they thought. I removed the magazine from my gun first throwing my gun to them. They didn’t move to collect the gun. They still kept their guns trained on me not moving. I secretly pushed a hidden switch on my magazine. It was hard not to show my nervous ness about what I was going to do next. If I showed any nervousness I might be shot. I threw the magazine and jumped swiftly backwards as the magazine exploded. The explosion was only small but it still threw the two me off guard. I rose to my feet and ran at the man closest to me. I grabbed his gun off him and then hit him in the face with the butt of the gun then turned it on the other man. He was struggling to get a hold of his gun. I saw the fear in his eyes as I aimed the gun at his head; the man cringed and closed his eyes. While he had his eyes closed I moved up to him and hit him on the back of the head with the butt of the machine gun as well. I walked and sat in the drivers’ seat of the car. I put the gear into reverse and backed down the drive. I put the car into its top gear and headed for the border.
I arrived and stopped near the border in the car. I got out of the car and took with me some explosives I found in the boot of the car. I crawled in the grass trying not to be noticed by anyone near. I climbed over a mound of dirt and scoped out the area with my gun. I could see at least 5-armed guards that were at the checkpoint. I could also see a few workers that were avoiding the guards. I thought by the looks of things the guards were not a normal feature of the checkpoint at the border. I heard a truck coming down the road be hind me so I turned around for a look. It was a truck with an open back for storing the things it took with it. I crawled up to the roadside and hid behind a bush. I removed one of the explosives and as it passed threw it in the back of the truck. The truck pulled up at the checkpoint. One of the service men went to the driver window while two guards looked at the cargo ”BOOM” The back of the truck exploded sending the two guards flying across the check point in flames. The other guards started to run around like mad men. I got up to run for my car when one of them spotted me. He started to shoot at me. I returned fire shooting the guard in the torso. His colleges were also shooting at me I had to run for the car. One of the guards had made a run for me his gun a blazing. I stopped my run and leaped into a role righting at the wheel of my car. The guared fired after me but I was too fast I had already shot him in the leg. From this distance I could see the blood fly from his leg and I could hear his scream of agony as he dropped to the floor. I opened the door and jumped in the drivers seat putting my foot down on the pedal kicking up the grass as the cars engine roared to life. I sped down towards the checkpoint dodging the fire of the guards. One I saw a guard aim up and fire at me I tried to swerve out of the range of the gun but I couldn’t escape the bullet as it smashed through the window and terred into my arm. I couldn’t stop though I tried to shut off the pain but it just got worse. The checkpoint got closer and closer until I was next to the flaming truck. I threw the rest of my explosives out the window just to make shire I would take care of those guards. The borderline got closer and closer until I was through. I slammed on the brakes of the car and swerved it round. “Boom!” the rest of my explosives had gone off and had totaled the checkpoint. A giant mushroom cloud of flame filled the sky as the truck and all the buildings burned. I was through I was safe.
For the first time in days I was finally safe I was free. I picked out my phone again and dialed MI6 a male voice answered
“ Hello agent Ferrier is your mission accomplished”?
“Agent Ferrier reporting I am on the border of Romania. Pickup needed”
I turned the phone off and gave over to the pain in my shoulder I had finished my mission and I was now safe. It then went dark as I passed out and my head bashed the steering wheel.
THE END
:My First day
My name is Niles Ferrier. I work for the British secret service MI6. It was my first mission for the government. I was in Zlavania. I had been assigned to drop off a suitcase to an operative, already stationed there. The suitcase contained documents on corrupted Zlavacian agents who had defected. I had only received a brief transmission of my instructions, telling me the drop off point and the time that the other spy would be there. The transmission had been cut off before I learned what the other agent looked like. The drop off point was in a park near the central water fountain. I was only to give the man the suitcase and leave. It would have been an easy task, except that I didn’t know who to give the suitcase to. There were three people in the park. A woman in a jogging suit in her early twenties, a man eating a sandwich and an elderly man dressed in black, reading a paper. I had no idea which person to give the case to. I had to make the decision myself. I chose the elderly man. He had something about him, a spy-like quality. I walked across the turf towards him and sat down beside him, on a bench. I said,
“I have the brief case.”
The man gave me an odd look then I realized that I had picked the wrong man. In my moments hesitation the man had begun a sprint towards the police waving like a mad man. The police were heading back to their posts at the station just ahead.
I had to think fast .I reached for my phone that was in my back pocket. The phone had been given to me by MI6; it was now standard spy issue, and had a radio transmission scrambler so that no radio signals could be broadcasted in a 100m radius, I pushed the appropriate keys and a green light came on showing that it had successfully jammed all the radio signals. Now the police couldn’t call for any assistance. The police had now started running to me. I put the phone back in my pocket and slowly raised my arms. I could see that the two policemen were disappointed that I wouldn’t put up a fight as they started to slow down and come at me with less enthusiasm. The police men were tall well built men, If they weren’t police men they would probably have been working in another job that involved giving people a good kicking. The policemen had got pretty close now and had drawn their guns. This made a full on attack to them very dangerous, too dangerous for me to try it .I would have to disable them in some other way that didn’t involve guns. The police were now very close to me and I could make out their faces. They both seemed like they hadn’t had a wash and a shave in a few days and their uniforms were in desperate need of a wash.
Now was the chance to make my move or I never would, and then the
Government would end up with the documents inside the suitcase. I pointed my watch roughly at their eye level and pressed the appropriate button. It fired a high-powered beam of light. The men surprisingly let out high-pitched screams and started to cry , but as much as I would have liked to watch them suffer I had to move on. I hurriedly grabbed the suitcase and made my way to the bandstand to the west of the park.
The police were now far behind me so I had a lead on them. The path leading to the bandstand was made up of small stones that unfortunately made a lot of noise. The bandstand was supported by six white wooden poles and had a red domed roof that was in need of a good lick of paint. I sprinted up the polished stone steps that lead up to the bandstand. Before every mission it is MI6 policy to learn the terrain of the area that you will be using.
I knew that behind the bandstand there was a slope leading to the River Wiza. I had to get down to the river without falling down the slope and breaking a leg. Just then an idea come to me. I would ride the pole down the slope into the river. I pulled out my handgun and started shooting at the top of one of the poles supporting up the roof of the bandstand. Shards of broken wood were flying all over the bandstand floor. When the top of the pole was almost totally severed from the top of the bandstand I put my pistol away and picked out my breathing kit from my utility belt. The nosel from which you breathed had a very strange taste and it cut into my gums but it was that or drowns. I made sure I had a firm grip of the suitcase and backed up. I made a fast run at the podium and put all my weight into a jump. The podium came of the bandstand with a loud snap. I stood with both feet on the pole riding down the slippery slope. Mud splashed as the pole went down the slope staining my suit. It was tricky to stay balanced on top of the pole. With a large splash the pole hit the water. I put my free hand on the podium and then I went in as well. I felt the water hit me drenching my clothes and going in my hair. I was totally subsided in the dark murky water. I darent open my eyes from fear of what was in the water making me go blind, I didn’t even want to think what the water was doing to my ears. I could soon feel the strength of the river pulling me down to the ground level which was most Likely covered in stones that would smash into my body if I went that low but I couldn’t let that happen I needed to keep holed of the pole
. I could feel the suitcase slipping out of my hands. I tightened my grip on the suitcase but it was still pulling hard I had to hold on a little longer but the current was too strong and the suitcase was lost. I may be suspended if survived but might not get the chance. It seemed to be taking forever to travel down the river to the road bridge. The air coming into my mouth was stale and I feared it would run out and then it did. I spat out the mouthpiece since I had no longer a use foe it. I soon felt the urge to breath again. My lungs longed oxygen but I still had to deny them that pleasure. I needed to go up for air but that might be fatal the police were most likely back searching for me and if I raised my head I may get shot. I was starting to feel very light headed. Before my eyes my life was starting to flash before s but my epic story was cut short when I collided into a patch of land. With a new effort I pulled my self up the land until my head was above water I opened my eyes only to find out my vision was covered in black spots. When I breathed in it felt like new life energy was passing through me my head seemed to clear like I was waking up and my muscles felt as if they were relaxing from a long workout .I felt relived but what was still left to come of this mission. I was out of the frying pan but what was I in now.
I awoke feeling refreshed but it was strange I didn’t remember going to sleep in the first place. I found my self propped up on one side of the bridge. It was made up of old brick. It looked pre World War 2 construction and I looked as if I wasn’t wrong by the rubbish that had collected there over the years. There was an old card bored box that was home to a large family of rats. There were many beer bottles some imported from England. I tried to move but my aching muscles pulled me back down. Maybe I thought the ride I had last night wasn’t as good for me as I had thought. I opened a small package from my utility belt. It was a high-energy protein tablet that would excel my healing dramatically and cut of my pain to an extent. The tablet without water seemed to go very slowly down my throat cutting at my flesh. The tablets were not even available in hospitals, just recently developed and MI6 had volunteered to give them a test drive. I would have to give a review on what they were like if I made it back to London alive.
The pills had worked very well and I felt no pain coming from my back. I had gathered my bearings and guessed that it was about 9 in the morning from the time on my phone that was in British time; I had to convert it to my current time zone. I could hear the traffic pass above me on the bridge and the sound of the river running. I looked up to the sky and saw that it was a lovely warm day with the sun shinning. I could feel the suns rays against my skin warming me all over. It reminded me of when I went camping with the scouts as a child. I had been a terrible scout my master told me. It wasn’t because I wasn’t fast enough or I couldn’t tie the right knots. I had never been a person to think carefully I had always took risks, that side of me had nearly gotten me into a lot of trouble when I was younger and all so my friends. I can think back to when we all used to leave camp at night while all the others were asleep and go to look at all the things the scout mater wouldn’t let us explore because it was near a tall drop or there had been some wild animals living close in that area. Many times I had been chased by some animal we had disturbed and arrived back at camp without being noticed but often only by the skin of our teeth. VROOM! I was brought back out of my remenisant daydream by the sound of a lorry passing above me. I found I had my Swiss army knife in my hand. I had gotten that at camp and it had always been there for me when I needed it unlike any gadget it meant something to me it wasn’t just a tool to help me get out of a large problem or a device of maximum carnage it was real. I had had the knife for 20 years and I didn’t plan on loosing it now. I put the knife back in my chest pocket and got back to the living world.
I was very close now to the police station so I didn’t think it wouldn’t be wise for me to make a giant getaway killing every one who opposed me. What I needed was a distraction something to let me walk down the street or run without the police looking for me. It would have to be something big something to get people and police something to think about other than a British agent running a round the town. The area was highly populated but I could use that to my advantage. I f I could get all the people around the are to create a distraction for me all the police would be too busy to go looking for me. I looked a round a mentally drawn map in my mind. It showed the police station the park my hotel. Next to the police station was the city prison. Then it hit me the prison I could create mass havoc by releasing all the prisoners onto the streets. But that wouldn’t be easy I couldn’t just walk into the prison and let every body out and besides the public wouldn’t know for a long time. I needed something loud that would alert all the civilians and get the prisoners out in the sloppiest way possible. I approached the prison from behind. It was a tall colorless building. It had two guard towers with one armed policeman in each tower concentrating on the prisoners in the prison not other people like me outside the prison. I slowly crept up to the prison wall. The guards in the towers hadn’t noticed me yet. I felt perspiration run down my face. I pulled out the highly compressed c4 from the soul of my shoe. I had been told that it was small but had a large wallop to it. I carefully rubbed it into the stonewall and put the small charge that would set it off in it. I crept away slowly but I stepped on a twig that made a loud snap. The prison guard in the tower turned around and looked straight at me. I felt my heart in my mouth beating like a rabbit. The man aimed his gun straight at me and then “BANG!!!” The c4 exploded throwing me back out of the guard’s range of fire. I was straight back on my feet and running away from the prison as fast as I could go. I suddenly felt a lot of heat on my back. I threw my jacket off and to my amazement it was on fire. The flames from my jacket spread to the grass and then it grew and grew spreading quickly over the dry grass. I heard the sound of feet thumping onto the ground behind me. I turned around to see a group of prisoners franticly running towards me. I started to run in the opposite direction. The pill I had taken had given me a large amount of energy enough to make a big difference in the distance between myself and the rampaging prisoners behind me.
After I had cleared the distance between the prisoners and me I ended up in a once crowded street. Where once there was bustling a street full of people looking for the best dealt there was empty streets with dumped bags and snacks that people had dropped in the panic getting away from the fire. In the distance I could hear sirens getting closer. There was no longer time to look at the streets or figure out where I was going. I had to move. The best way for me to leave the city would be to go by boat. I could steel a boat from the harbor. The harbor was only a few minutes away but I didn’t have minutes. In seconds the police or the rampaging prisoners would be on my back. I could get arrested pr attacked in the street and miss out on the opportunity I had created to get out of the area. I had to think straight I couldn’t panic. I re gathered my self. I had to let go of all the things going into my brain at the same time. I needed some transport something quick and easy to steal. I looked around there were a few cars but they would take to long to steal and they couldn’t go down the narrow streets. I the corner of my eye I spotted a motorbike. The bike had been abandoned in the street the owner had obviously thought they would have been better off walking. I ran over to the bike. It seemed to be well looked after. I lifted the bike up of the ground and found the ignition was already on. I kicked off and pushed down on the pedal. The bike roared to life and sped off at a surprisingly powerful pace. I sped down the streets. I turned down one of the side streets. I felt the wind blew in my face ruffling up my hair. Was surprised how fast the bike could go and even more surprised of how there were no cars on the road. Just as I turned a corner a police patrol car came down the street. I tried to ignore the car but it didn’t move it came on at me. I needed to get to the harbor known but I would get nowhere with a car on my tail. I put all my weight into a turn falling to the floor and skidding on one side of the bike. I saw the sparks fly off the metal scraping on the floor behind me. The police car seemed to back off a bit not wanting to be caught by the sparks. I needed to pull off the next move perfectly. I pushed all my weight and got the bike right again. I came out of the skid and came up facing the police car. I put the bike at full throttle making a wheelie as I did so the police car still came along at me. The moments seemed to drag forever as I came closer to the police car. As soon as I became to see that my front wheel was passing over the bonnet of the car I put forced the bike down again onto the car window smashing it down wit a snap. Then the bike just rode up over the car. I saw the ground pass below me. I came down to the ground with a large thump. I heard the police car behind me crash into a wall police training came nowhere near to the standard of MI6 training.
I zoomed down the streets until all the buildings stopped and it was open road. I could see the smoke rising behind me I had made a mess of things haven’t I, I wonder what the queen will say. I came up to the harbor. There was a single boat in the dock. It was a yacht. I looked as if it had been abandoned for some time. I would have loved to take the bike with me on bored but I thought that it would be too much of a struggle with the limited time I had. I left the bike where it was and climbed aboard the wooden plank that led to the boat. I stepped onto the deck and noticed how the floor was beginning to rot from lack of care. The door seemed to be have left unlocked so I pushed the door open. I was hit by a foul smell as I entered the boat. It smelt of rotting fish and rotten air. The floor beneath me was all shag crept that was made to look like Tiger skin that clashed with the blue walls that on their own looked a mess. I started to walk down to the bridge when I realized I had to untie the boat before it would move. I walked back the way I came this time trying not to breath. I walked down the gangplank to be confronted by a shotgun nozzle pointing at me. The person holding a gun was an old man in tatty cloths. He looked as if he hadn’t washed in a year and judging by his smell he had been living in the boat. He said in Russian ”come away from the boat or Ill shoot. “ the man paused for breath and then said. “ I am a good shot I fought in the war and I killed a few nazi in my time.” The man’s gun seemed to scroll up and down my body. The man may have been going senile but a man with a gun was always dangerous. I wanted too look for a way out without killing him. His feet were on the old rotting gangplank that was bending and buckling under his weight. I had a thought. If I could just ad the weight to the gangplank I could snap it and send the man into the water. It wouldn’t be too difficult all I had to do was distract him. I said to him in Russian the best I could manage
“ Please pity me I mean no harm” as I said that I slowly put one foot onto the gangplank.” I needed to sleep somewhere away from the fire” I put my other foot on the gangplank. I hared the wood snapping below me and I jumped backwards just as the wood gave in. The man plummeted into the murky waters making a large splash as he did so. I jumped over to the water to the dock. I untied the rope connecting the boat to the harbor. The boat suddenly started to move with the current and I saw the man clinging to some wood peeling off from the side of the boat. I had to move fast running down the harbor keeping up with the boat. The rope that tied the yacht to the dock was tailing behind the boat. I launched my self of the peer and saw the rope flying in the air in front of me. I reached out with both my hands and grabbed the rope. I splashed down into the water being pulled by the rope. I yanked at the rope and pulled my self up. I put my feet on the side of the boat but they slipped off the wet surface. Again I was dunked into the water. By this time I we had left the harbor behind us and were now sailing down the river building momentum as the river propelled the boat. Now both sides of the river were slopes leading up to lush woodland. The boat was veering to the left of the river. If I didn’t get adored we would crash and I would die. The boat was now only a few meters away from the side of the river if I could crawl up the side of the slope I could flip onto the boat. I was now very close to he side of the river. I put my feet out and started to run vertically along the slope. I kicked off the side of the slope with my right foot doing a back flip and landing both feet into the boat. I ran straight into the boat forgetting to hold my nose and receiving a mouthful of the smell of the old man as I got in. I ran into the bridge room and located the capstan I pulled hard to the right just in time to avoid hitting the slope. I left the bridge hastily to see if my friend with the gun was ok after all I didn’t want him dead just for protecting his home. I walked onto the deck and peered down to see the old man still there his arms clutching the piece of protruding wood. I offered him a hand. The man looked at me and seemed to be resistant at first to receive help but the freezing cold water must have overcome his pride because he put his hand out to mine. With a powerful yank I lifted him to the rail and the used both hands to pull the rest of him up. I stepped back away from the man to get a good look at him. He lifted his head and store at me. I couldn’t read his mood from his face since he had no expression from his teeth constantly chattering. The man raised him self to his full height and the collapsed onto the floor. I picked the man up and I put his arm over my shoulder and carried him inside the boat. This time I went through another door to a living room. The carpet in this room had been torn out but from the remnants still remaining on the floor I could tell that it was the same tiger shag from the hall way. The walls in this room were covered in peeling amber paint. There was a old sofa that had been converted into a bed in the centre of the room. There were no other items of furniture in the room except for a pile of cloths. I placed the man carefully in the bed turn sofa and put some rags over him. He would probably need something to eat when he awakened and I was hungry to but I would cross that bridge when I came to it now I had to steer the yacht and keep it away from the riverside until the waves calmed down enough for the boat to move peacefully down the river.
The river had stopped moving s violently now and the yacht was moving a steady pace. It hadn’t taken long to hotwire the boat so now I had the added bonus of engine power. I went to the room where I had left the old man asleep to find hat he wasn’t there at all. Hiss cloths were on the floor along with the rags and there was a bottle of vodka on the floor. I turned around and went back into the hallway. I worked out that if he were on the boat he would be in the lower deck. I walked down the old wooden creaky steps into a room where the only light was a single candle. The room had started life as a luggage slash wine cellar but had been changed into a kitchen slash toilet. The area, which started out as a place to keep luggage, was now a kitchen. It had a small gas canister cooker with a basin and a few pots and pans. To the left of the cooker there was a small pile of tinned food. The wine rack now had odd bits of junk that had been put to use. There were a few tights that were tied together to make a fishing net and a bike handle bar that made a handle for a knife. In the corner I saw the man eating some bread.
“hello nice too see you are ok” I said the best I could in Russian. The man looked up at me with a startled look on his face he obliviously hadn’t realized that I had been there. He was wearing a T-shirt and jacket with tracksuit bottoms. The man said nothing but he threw me a piece of the brad he was eating and placed a bottle of water on the floor near me. I took the water and bread and thanked him. The bread was stale and the water was warm but to me it was the nicest thing I had eaten in all my life. I decided to leave the man to his own devices since he didn’t seem to be much of a conservationist. I walked back to the bridge as I finished off the last bit of brad and drank the last bit of water. While I had been gone I had moved away from the woodland on either side of the river. It was now smooth green land. I could see no evidence of a fire from here so I was further along the river than I thought I had been or the police had put the fire out witch meant they might be spending more time looking for me. I could see a bridge coming up along the river now. If they new that I was moving along by river they may try and head me of further along and I couldn’t escape whilst on a boat I would have to leave. I went out side of the boat as I came up to the bridge. The bridge was very small; only just large enough for the yacht to pass under s if I climbed on top of the yacht I could climb onto the bridge. There was a pair of ladders that went to the top of the boat that were meant for maintenance but I could use them. I climbed the ladder and I had to steady my self before I could stand because the wind was wobbling the boat and swinging me about. As the top of the bridge came up I jumped and gripped the metal rail. I heaved my self up and climbed over the rail my top half first. I straightened my self up and brushed the dirt of my clothes and then had a look around. I pulled out my phone and selected the global positioning system. It received signals of MI6’s own satellites. It would show me grid maps of were ever I was in the world. The phone’s waiting sign came p then a map of my area. I showed I was on a bridge that leads to a safe hose and then a borderline to Romania. I thought that I could stay at the safe house for a while then head for the border. I pulled up some info on the safe house it said a retired CIA operative owned it. He lived there with his sun and he would give me supplies. The Safe house was a kilometer west away and it should take me a bout 3 hours to get there running. I shut my phone down and started to run down the country road.
When I arrived at the safe house it was dark. It felt as if that I had been running for a whole day. The house had ho lights on and the barn was empty. It felt suspicious. I pulled my gun out from its container. I walked up to the house and peered into the window. I could see no one home. I opened the door and stumbled over dome odd bits in the floor until I found the light switch I tried to switch it on but nothing happened. I thought that maybe he was outside at the mains. That would explain why no one was home and there was no power. I walked out the door and round the side of the farmhouse. I saw the mains attached to the wall and two forms that looked like people looking at the mains. I walked over to them but I stopped shocked half way. The people weren’t moving. I walked over and moved them aside. They were dead and they were cold they had been dead for a long time. Then two headlights beamed in my face. When my eyes adjusted I could make out two people getting out of a car. I had been set up. One man shouted to me
“ throw us your weapen the gun then the magaazin or die spie” in ruff English. They had me and I had no way out. I couldn’t shoot them or make a run for it. It looked as if my luck was out; at least that’s what they thought. I removed the magazine from my gun first throwing my gun to them. They didn’t move to collect the gun. They still kept their guns trained on me not moving. I secretly pushed a hidden switch on my magazine. It was hard not to show my nervous ness about what I was going to do next. If I showed any nervousness I might be shot. I threw the magazine and jumped swiftly backwards as the magazine exploded. The explosion was only small but it still threw the two me off guard. I rose to my feet and ran at the man closest to me. I grabbed his gun off him and then hit him in the face with the butt of the gun then turned it on the other man. He was struggling to get a hold of his gun. I saw the fear in his eyes as I aimed the gun at his head; the man cringed and closed his eyes. While he had his eyes closed I moved up to him and hit him on the back of the head with the butt of the machine gun as well. I walked and sat in the drivers’ seat of the car. I put the gear into reverse and backed down the drive. I put the car into its top gear and headed for the border.
I arrived and stopped near the border in the car. I got out of the car and took with me some explosives I found in the boot of the car. I crawled in the grass trying not to be noticed by anyone near. I climbed over a mound of dirt and scoped out the area with my gun. I could see at least 5-armed guards that were at the checkpoint. I could also see a few workers that were avoiding the guards. I thought by the looks of things the guards were not a normal feature of the checkpoint at the border. I heard a truck coming down the road be hind me so I turned around for a look. It was a truck with an open back for storing the things it took with it. I crawled up to the roadside and hid behind a bush. I removed one of the explosives and as it passed threw it in the back of the truck. The truck pulled up at the checkpoint. One of the service men went to the driver window while two guards looked at the cargo ”BOOM” The back of the truck exploded sending the two guards flying across the check point in flames. The other guards started to run around like mad men. I got up to run for my car when one of them spotted me. He started to shoot at me. I returned fire shooting the guard in the torso. His colleges were also shooting at me I had to run for the car. One of the guards had made a run for me his gun a blazing. I stopped my run and leaped into a role righting at the wheel of my car. The guared fired after me but I was too fast I had already shot him in the leg. From this distance I could see the blood fly from his leg and I could hear his scream of agony as he dropped to the floor. I opened the door and jumped in the drivers seat putting my foot down on the pedal kicking up the grass as the cars engine roared to life. I sped down towards the checkpoint dodging the fire of the guards. One I saw a guard aim up and fire at me I tried to swerve out of the range of the gun but I couldn’t escape the bullet as it smashed through the window and terred into my arm. I couldn’t stop though I tried to shut off the pain but it just got worse. The checkpoint got closer and closer until I was next to the flaming truck. I threw the rest of my explosives out the window just to make shire I would take care of those guards. The borderline got closer and closer until I was through. I slammed on the brakes of the car and swerved it round. “Boom!” the rest of my explosives had gone off and had totaled the checkpoint. A giant mushroom cloud of flame filled the sky as the truck and all the buildings burned. I was through I was safe.
For the first time in days I was finally safe I was free. I picked out my phone again and dialed MI6 a male voice answered
“ Hello agent Ferrier is your mission accomplished”?
“Agent Ferrier reporting I am on the border of Romania. Pickup needed”
I turned the phone off and gave over to the pain in my shoulder I had finished my mission and I was now safe. It then went dark as I passed out and my head bashed the steering wheel.
THE END