As I laid there, in the somber alley with my blood gushing out, I asked myself what I had done to get in this situation.
My name is Elana Crane, lets just say that I work for the US government. I am 32 and living alone because my job doesn’t give me enough time for a boyfriend, or a husband, or kids. When I woke up this morning I jumped out of my bed because I had important new waiting for me at work. I was half dressed when I ran to my car in the garage when I heard glass shattering. No one was in my garage but the window of my car was busted open. “Oh no no no!” I screamed when I go to examine the scene and realize that an important document that I left in my car was missing. This is a type of document that I cannot call the police about, it’s too risky. I have nothing else to do but call my commander, The Chief. The Chief is a huge bulky man that doesn’t seem to show emotion. I’ve only seen him once (when I was interviewed for my job) but anyone who crosses him, will certainly pay. When I get him on the phone he says, “Meet me in my office in 25 minutes, I’m not happy, Crane.” No one has ever left The Chief’s office with a smile on their face and I don’t think I’ll be the first one to do so.
Once I walked into the dull and shadowy room, I was instructed by a tall and dark figure to sit down. This figure proceeded to tell me everything I already knew about this certain case: how secretive this case is, how dangerous this case is, and how terrible it can be if that document gets in the wrong hands. Then, the figure assigns my new mission, get back the document.
As I leave and get back in my car, it’s around 2pm and I realize that I haven’t had anything to eat all day. I pull up to the nearest fast food franchise, Burger House and order a cheeseburger and a strawberry shake. Nearly a half hour later, I don’t feel good whatsoever. I’m about 5 minutes from home so I just stick it out so I can take an tums when I get home. But as soon as I step out of my car, I hit the cement and everything turns black.
It’s dark when I wake up. I have no idea where I am but there is a horrid smell all around me. I look up and I realise that I am propped up against a moldy dumpster in a wet alleyway. I see a black image that resembles a man. It’s seemingly getting closer and closer to me. I can’t move. When the image of the man is right next to me, it whispers into a small device that lights up in his hand,”My mission is completed.”
As I layed there, in the sombor alley with my blood gushing out, I asked myself what I had done to get in this situation.
By Emerson Phares
