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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

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    "Hmm...where to begin," the young man thought as he tapped his pencil forlornely on his desk. He had a simple asignment: Bring Down Operation Cherry Blossom At Night. The tough part was getting the intel to catch the terrorists in the act, and have a leg to stand on. He wasn't as innocent as the typical seventeen year old kid. He had experience in everything that had to do with the word 'death'. He had probably killed more people th this terrorist was planning to kill on New Year's Day. He knew the motive. But the thing he had a hard time grasping was why his Uncle was the terrorist behind the said attack against New York. Jeez, New York, he thought, why the heck does it always have to be that dumb city. His Uncle suppossedly had tie-ins with a notorious terrorist know as Huy-Alkabar. Hat guy impressed him...but enough of the background checks. Onto the good stuff. His Uncle, Hiul Bren, stupid name...anyways...his Uncle was planning three higy strategic attacks against New York, D.C. and Washington. Very big states, and even bigger egos in those states. He laughed to himself to think of all the dead politicians,"Thank heavens, no more Dems," he will plant three Grade 7-CFI Nuclear Warheads at the exact center of each targated state. Now here's the tricky part: where in all blooming daylights is the stinking detonator. He suspected it was along the shoreline, or in an underlying warehouse, or in a random house in the suburbs. But that's just my theory, he argued with himself. He had been over this exact thing for hours. He slammed the pecil down, cracking the lead most likely and he shoved off the desk and out of his chair. He looked around, seeing the bare neccecities of his assassin-like life. A cot, a desk, and a lamp. He walked across the sml room and slightly tripped over the trigger. "I can't beliege i still trip over this darn thing!!" He reached down and pylled the trigger, releasing a hidden latch in the wall. He tapped the wall softly, and a rather boring and super typical eye-scanner flew out of the wall and hummed. It released a red scanner that ran over the back of his golden hazel eyes. He sighed and it dissapeared. The voice recognition really wasn't neccessary with how much he talked to himself. A door decompressed and the seemingly flat wall blew inward and he was pulled inside. The small room was a prototype. It teleported you to other platforms of its like. He inserted coordinants, and he instantly appeared at his house. Ahhh, he sighed, home sweet- his mother started yelling...bitter bitter home..."Hey MOM!!! Guess what!?" His mother was busy playing a game known as world of pathetic worldcraft, and she barely left the screen or the mouse, let alone had the time to answer questions. All she could muster was curse words directed at other players. He rolled his eyes and swung up the stairs to his room. Another place where he could be himself. The door was padlocked, and it was fake, he chuckled to himself. It was always funny seeing the look on his boss's face when he saw the darn lock. He walked in and surveyed his room, making sure it was all the way he left it. Cozy bed, with dark blue sheets and blanket, very plush carpet with nothing on it but the dresser and the bed. He hummed to himself as the daily round-up of music played. His phone suddenly vibrated in his chest pocket. The music stopped and he flipped it open. No one was calling, but five words were on the screen. This phone is the detonator. "OHHH CRAP!"

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