DECODE

DECODE

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DECODE: The Oval Office

"Ssshh!" i hushed into the darkness, "im trying." mason, my second in comand and close friend wispered in reply.

We were both stressed to the max, filled with adrenalin from the importance and intensity of the mission.

Out of the darkness, there was only a short growl as a warning, and then a large shape with fur launched out of the darkness strait at mase. Using our years of training, we both managed to held in any noise that might have come out in the middle of panic. I quickly shot the dog. One silenced bullet. No pain. Then again, who's ever come back from a shot like that to tell us so? No one. But thats the point.

"you ok?"

"fine."

He didnt say it with anger. More like... Solitude. He never did talk much.

I was panicing now. So, to keep from hyperventalating, i chanted in my head 'Almost there... Almost there... Almost there...'

The rain pattered mornfully on the large windows, covering any noise we might have made. The squeak of a shoe. A heavy intake of breath. Any thing louder, and we were caught.

'almost there, almost there, almost there...'

We silently moved along, and soon, we where there.

The Oval Office.

"ok, you know-" "the drill." some times i wondered if me and mase were paired together on missions to often...

As i scouted out the room, and looked through the presedent's desk, mase took out his lap-top, and while he was booting it up, i looked through all the drawers, and on the very bottom, the last drawer, as i was searching through the meaningless papers, my finger caught on something. As i looked closer, i realised it was a handle. I pulled it, and the bottom came up.

"got it." i wispered as i pulled out the presedents lap-top, and placed it quietly next to mason's.

"kay." That's were he took over. Typing in codes and what ever on the presedents lap, he told me to get the cord from his bag. I searched and found a bright blue cord. I handed it to him, and he imedeatly put the fat end into the presedent's laptop, and the small end into his.

A moment later I looked over his shoulder to see a loading bar. It was at 60%.

Just then a bunch of people in navy blue ran in. I glanced down quickly; 85%. One man took a step forward. "We do not want to hurt you." He said slowly, carfully, like we were rabid animals he planned to sadate. To me and mase, that was like saying "We are the enemy. We want to inprison you and beat you until you give up info." bad move. 90%.

Thinking quickly, i realised if we wanted to get outta here with this info on the presedent's computer, we had to stall. Mase saw this also.

"We certainly don't want you to hurt us. Nice to have some thing in common," mason said just as slowly. The guy looked pissed, i assume he had a whole speech.

"We do not want to hurt you," he repeted, "and if you would quietly, close the computers, unpluge them, and step away, we wont have to." 99%.

"OK, but first, might i ask who you are?"

"We are the presedent's secret guard."

"No your not!" i jumped in, "The presedent's secret agents wear black. Your wearing navy!"