Short stories

Are We To Cold?

July 1879

As my partner and I enter the ballroom we immediately split. We both know how crucial it is for this plan to go right, nothing could go wrong, nothing. As I watch their retreating back I turn and head to the control room hoping there is a small chance that the plan will work. I had just reached the control room when I hear a voice to my left. 

"What you doin over here?" 

Alarm runs through my body then I realize that it is only a recording, phew. I quickly pick the lock of the door and then once I hear the click of the lock I push the door open, and then I'm in, hopefully this will work I plant the device and then leave as quickly as I had came. But I still can't enjoy myself not yet at least all of these spies dancing can relax, my life is on the line but I guess that they should enjoy themselves while they can because it's only soon enough that there lives will become as hectic as mine. I laugh to myself cherishing that thought. 

Excuse-moi monsieur ,

 I turn around to see a child about 12 looking up at me 

"I am looking for my parents have you maybe seen them?"

I look around for their parents and then point them towards them. "Merci monsieur,"

 the child smiles and disappears into the crowd. My heart sinks as I watch the child go knowing that the way I pointed to was not the correct way. But I must focus on my mission, after going to the control room I head towards the balcony to rendezvous with my partner I hear the chief's voice echo in my head. As I weave in and out around people I see so many children and adults laughing unaware of what is going to happen. I told chief I was too soft hearted for this job and I wasn't lying when I said that. I wish I could go back to when I was young, listening to my parents talking. Before the fire, before I was taken and brought into this world of death and misery. But at last some things are just not meant to be. The balcony doors slide open and I step outside into the fresh air, it is chilly out here at this time of night cold enough to snow but we don't live that far north which is a pity. As I wander around looking for JS, I overhear a conversation. That goes like this. 

 "Ah I see that you came."

"Of course I came I wouldn't miss a party as big as this."

"That is a pity that you think that."

"Why is that?"

"Because what would happen if this place would explode."

" That would never happen."

I turn away from the conversation tears welling up in my eyes. Oh if only if they knew what was soon to happen. I slip my hand in my pocket and pull out a picture. I smile remembering the memories of my family. Then with one swift movement I crumple up the picture and drop it in the nearest table. There is no time to reminisce on what is now dead. I must keep focused. I have told myself this far to many times tonight to keep focused on the problem. The same thing we have been told since day one, stay focused. You mustn't let anyone or anything get in your way of success because that is they only way you will survive. The loud voice of my chief echoes in my head. "Focus LT FOCUS. I sigh and keep moving while repeating what I had left to do. Find JS and get the hell out of here. But there's a catch I still didn't know where JS is and I had to find them. We only had about 1 to 2 minutes left till the bomb goes off, and now this is a life or death mission. I call in and Then I go look for JS. I'm so tempted to yell for them but I can't because all would end in chaos and that would never be a good way to end an evening. I spot my partner talking to someone. I don't know who, but it is time for us to go, we can not be here when the timer goes off. I creep closer to try to hear what there talking about. But I'm blocked before I can get to the corner. I look at my watch which controls the timer only 29 seconds left and it's slowly counting down. I finally make it over to where JS is standing I try to signal them so we can go. But now I'm close enough to hear what they are saying. 15 seconds left. I wondering if I should leave without him 5 seconds left I watch as my watch counts down. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. This is the last thing I hear as my world my world goes up into the sky with flames.

What if? What if what my dear? The person in black replies.

 What if the world was burning what would you do for me? 

We are to cold for the world to burn us my love.