I Spy

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Ready for your first ever mission, Agent Brown?" Agent Bradley smirks at me. The glint in his eye tells me he's teasing me, but the tone of his voice is level.

"Yes." I answer solemly, although my heart is racing and my mind is whiring.

I'm nervous, but I'm also excited. I've never really felt one human emotion properally, and it's making my head hurt quite a lot.

"You know the plan, I presume?" Agent Foster drawls, his voice bored. He must've done this a million times.

"Of course I do." I reply, trying not to sound offended.

"Good. Go round the back and wait for your cue." he orders.

So I do. I get down on my stomach, as instructed, and crawl on my elbows along the side of the large buliding. As predicted, and soon as I turn the first corner, there's a security camera, hopefully just high enough so I'm unseen.

I crawl toward it, keeping my head down. I reach the pole it's suspended one and start to edge up it, just like in training. My hands feel like iceblocks. When I get to the top, I use the bent paperclip in my pocket to twist off the case. I swap two wires, praying that these are normal cameras and will freeze the image, not diasble it.

If it disables it, I'm done for. Being spies, the frozen image probably won't go unnoticed, but hopefully it will buy us a lot more time.

I slide silently back down the pole, and assume my crawling position.  I go as fast as I can back to the side of the building.

I edge along the building again, and turn another corner.

Oh shit. A guard.

Okay, I'll have to freeze the camera again before I take out the guard.

I can see the window I need to get into, over his left shoulder. He hasn't seen me yet.

I run to the post. He's facing the other way. I snip the wires as quickly as I can, and then position myself so I can jump in his back. But first, I need something.

I reach in my pocket. Where the fuck are they? 

I rumage around a bit more and start to panick.

If he turns around now, that's it, it's all over.

Where the fucking fuck are they?

Then I remember. I reach in my breast pocket, and there they are. Thank fuck.

I pull out the spikes, laden with drugs.

Then I jump on his back.

"What the-"

But before he can say anything else I dig the spike into his upper shoulder and he instantly falls to the ground.

I look at his lifeless body. Wouldn't they have better guards at this place?

I can't contemplate it for too long though, I have a job to do.

I slide towards the window and peer in.

Oh shit. Wrong floor.

I look around, hoping for something to boost myself up to the floor directly above.

Aha. A drainpipe.

I latch my hands onto the sides of it and start making my up.

I get to directly level with the window and leap onto the window sill.

I peer in. Nobody's in there.

I pick the lock with my paperclip as quickly as possible and

The guard is starting to stir. I'd better hurry.

I slip into the room and run towards the desk.

The paperclip won't work. Damn. I spot a key lying on the desk and smile. Bingo!

I'm just opening the drawer when alarms start to go off. Shit!

I grab the file, which thankfully is the one of top, and look around. I can't get out the door now.

I look up and there's an air vent directly above my head. Perfect.

I grab my string hook and link it over the edge. I pull myself up, and replace the grate. Just in time. Three agents run in and I quickly make my way above everyone's heads.

The kitchen. No, I don't want to be here. I hurry along and come above a deserted hallway.

Oh, this is too perfect. I'm just unscrewing the vent when a guy walks in. I sigh and roll my eyes.

Then I freeze.

Is that?

No.

It can't be.

But it is.

The boy below me, is Oliver.