He crept through enemy headquarters, trying to stop his hands from shaking. For some reason, the boss thought he was qualified for this mission—him! He wouldn't be afraid. He would make the boss proud.
He turned a corner, following the directions he had memorized—and found himself staring into the eyes of the enemy commander himself.
He jumped back with a squeak. Quickly, he pulled his gun and raised it in trembling hands.
The commander chuckled. "There's no need for that. The fighting is done with now. Your boss and I made a deal—and you were the payment."
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Whumptober 2024
RastgeleA hundred-word story (yes, exactly one hundred words) for every day in October. Written for Whumptober: https://whumptober.tumblr.com/