Post by fallen on Nov 24, 2005 14:50:53 GMT -6
“Mmm the window is really open.” Said Michael sceptically looking at a large building where inside was he would be target.
“I assure you Michael our man is there.” Explained the man down the phone. “Our man is reliable, if he said the window is open, then its open, scout around the window, maybe he got his co-ordinates wrong.”
Michael stared at the walkie-talkie he had been talking into. It was a recent model taken from a raid that his group had been on. It relayed there messages safely, and had a private frequency impossible to access without another one with an activated serial code the same as the other walkie-talkie. He sighed, taking his orders and following the perimeter of the building. It was large building, he already its size, but as he went around it he noticed just how wide it was, he looked around, none of its windows were open. He sighed, about to yell down his walkie-talkie the assassination was off when it bussed off.
“Bad news, I have lost transition from Travalien, I believe the reason your window wasn’t open is that he has been caught and his walkie-talkie was just found, I would suggest you move out.” Michael sighed, Travalien had been a good friend of his and was a great loss to the team, but at this point he had worse things to worry about., turned around slowly and started walking away, slowly as to not attract any attention, he turned to his liquid form, taking on a chrome like look, reflecting the ground in front of him making himself slightly better blended into his habitat.
A yell grabbed his attention; three men were running towards him, evidently his chrome effects did nothing to phase them. They looked very well technically advanced, full face helmets with inferred lighting, he sighed, that’s why they could see him so easily in the dark. And they had large rifles, that looked like they could shoot one thousand bullets a second. He ran from the skyscraper, into one of the many backstreets of the city, faster then they would have been able to follow, and their infrared would not work in the labyrinth, he hoped they would split up so he hid behind the corner, waiting, trying to slow his breath rate.
He was lucky, soon after he heard “lets split.” Whispered from surprisingly nearby, his hear pounded, and he slowly turned his hand from a fist into three long raisers on each hand, deadly sharp, the ones on the left and the right aiming forward, the centre one aimed backwards, his fingers danced with an ambidextrous touch, teaching at a right angle to his hand.
He waited all of five seconds for one of the men to come around the corner. Michael was quick to act, the fingers on his right hand wrapped around the mans neck, briefly the mans eyes bulged. Then his head was severed, his neck cut into three pieces without giving him time to scream. Michael briefly changed back to his chrome form to remove all the blood from hiself, he then ran off into the darkness, back to base, careful no-one was following
***
Back at the base Michael sat in his small quarters thinking. He and Travalian had been good friends. They had worked together on assassinations, Travalian would infiltrate the building as a servant, his small mutation allowing him to lace his voice so people found him easy to believe, he could also change his look so he seemed different to everyone who saw him, he looked like people wanted him to look, increasing his ability to make people believe what he said, that was what made them so effective, Travalian would leave a window open in the targets quarters, then Michael would launch his way through the window, killing the target in its sleep.
In Michaels room there was very little of his own, a few photos of his friends and several awards he had earned from the rebels. His walls were barren, empty from both wallpaper and colour.
He walked up to Johns room, he was the technical wiz of this branch of the resistance. He had been the man on the other end of the walkie-talkie
“Hi.” Said Michael dumbly as he entered the room “I cant believe they caught Travalian.”
“Yeah.” Sighed john, “Then again it Is possible he survived after all you know his particular skills.”
“Yes” Michael replied. “And if we do find he is still alive then I will be first to save him storm in a rescue him.”
“I assure you Michael our man is there.” Explained the man down the phone. “Our man is reliable, if he said the window is open, then its open, scout around the window, maybe he got his co-ordinates wrong.”
Michael stared at the walkie-talkie he had been talking into. It was a recent model taken from a raid that his group had been on. It relayed there messages safely, and had a private frequency impossible to access without another one with an activated serial code the same as the other walkie-talkie. He sighed, taking his orders and following the perimeter of the building. It was large building, he already its size, but as he went around it he noticed just how wide it was, he looked around, none of its windows were open. He sighed, about to yell down his walkie-talkie the assassination was off when it bussed off.
“Bad news, I have lost transition from Travalien, I believe the reason your window wasn’t open is that he has been caught and his walkie-talkie was just found, I would suggest you move out.” Michael sighed, Travalien had been a good friend of his and was a great loss to the team, but at this point he had worse things to worry about., turned around slowly and started walking away, slowly as to not attract any attention, he turned to his liquid form, taking on a chrome like look, reflecting the ground in front of him making himself slightly better blended into his habitat.
A yell grabbed his attention; three men were running towards him, evidently his chrome effects did nothing to phase them. They looked very well technically advanced, full face helmets with inferred lighting, he sighed, that’s why they could see him so easily in the dark. And they had large rifles, that looked like they could shoot one thousand bullets a second. He ran from the skyscraper, into one of the many backstreets of the city, faster then they would have been able to follow, and their infrared would not work in the labyrinth, he hoped they would split up so he hid behind the corner, waiting, trying to slow his breath rate.
He was lucky, soon after he heard “lets split.” Whispered from surprisingly nearby, his hear pounded, and he slowly turned his hand from a fist into three long raisers on each hand, deadly sharp, the ones on the left and the right aiming forward, the centre one aimed backwards, his fingers danced with an ambidextrous touch, teaching at a right angle to his hand.
He waited all of five seconds for one of the men to come around the corner. Michael was quick to act, the fingers on his right hand wrapped around the mans neck, briefly the mans eyes bulged. Then his head was severed, his neck cut into three pieces without giving him time to scream. Michael briefly changed back to his chrome form to remove all the blood from hiself, he then ran off into the darkness, back to base, careful no-one was following
***
Back at the base Michael sat in his small quarters thinking. He and Travalian had been good friends. They had worked together on assassinations, Travalian would infiltrate the building as a servant, his small mutation allowing him to lace his voice so people found him easy to believe, he could also change his look so he seemed different to everyone who saw him, he looked like people wanted him to look, increasing his ability to make people believe what he said, that was what made them so effective, Travalian would leave a window open in the targets quarters, then Michael would launch his way through the window, killing the target in its sleep.
In Michaels room there was very little of his own, a few photos of his friends and several awards he had earned from the rebels. His walls were barren, empty from both wallpaper and colour.
He walked up to Johns room, he was the technical wiz of this branch of the resistance. He had been the man on the other end of the walkie-talkie
“Hi.” Said Michael dumbly as he entered the room “I cant believe they caught Travalian.”
“Yeah.” Sighed john, “Then again it Is possible he survived after all you know his particular skills.”
“Yes” Michael replied. “And if we do find he is still alive then I will be first to save him storm in a rescue him.”