Tempest [ON HOLD]

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Olive M. believed with all her heart that what she was doing was simply her duty to protect her country. Olive loved her country, was unfailingly patriotic, and knew that with desperate times came desperate measures and unfortunate circumstances. This was such the case.

"Being a field agent is no walk in the park." Olive muttered to herself as she skillfully picked the lock to the bank's safety deposit box. She didn't bother using gloves to cover her fingerprints. The government had already made sure she had never existed. A satisfying click met her ears. She whistled a jaunty tune as she emptied the box's contents onto the polished floor.

Olive sifted through the papers that fluttered to the ground.

"Couple of checks...don't need those. Some high profile military coordinates...I'll just keep these safe in my pocket. And...ah!" Olive picked up a small photograph. It was a grainy snapshot of a girl with short, curly hair leaning towards an Asian girl in what looked to be an apartment. On the back of the photograph, were three tiny printed words: Public Enemy #1.

"Jackpot." Olive said pocketing the photograph, and began piling the loose papers into a mound in the center of the room. She pulled a lighter and small can of gasoline from her coat pocket and doused the papers thoroughly, leaving a trail as she exited the bank. With the flick of her wrist, Olive released the flaming lighter into the bank and melted off into the inky night.