Right now, I would've been doing my chemistry homework and listening to Michael Bublé's serenades. But no, instead I was sloshing through the sewage pipes somewhere in the outskirts of the city fully clothed in black. My hair was tied in a bun and safely tucked inside a beanie. I was desperately trying, key word trying, to find a way to infiltrate the building to save my target. The water smelled disgusting and made me gag several times.
What the hell do people do on the freaking toilet?
Finding an exit out of the pipes with only a flashlight was hard. The rats that glared at me also didn't help me with my mission. They leered as if they wanted to eat me. Finally, after thirty minutes, I spotted an exit. I slowly climbed up the ladder and prepared myself to push the heavy manhole. My ears perked up at the slightest sound, but I didn't hear any footsteps. I gently lifted the lid up, and delicately placed it to the side, trying to make as little noise as possible. I hoisted myself up, unaware of the guard standing nearby. How the hell did I not hear him?
"Hey what are you-" he began to shout. I quickly grabbed the lid and swung it at his head out of pure reflex. He collapsed to the floor like a meteor and I had the task of cleaning up his body. I laboriously dragged his heavy body into the sewage pipe, and dropped him down into the hole. I hastily covered the hole again, and walked casually down the dim dark hall.
Where's the control room?
If I could locate the control room, I could disable all cameras and erase all footage, so it would seem as if I was never here. The only problem was that this place had so many god damn rooms. My heart beat rapidly at every sound, from the tiniest squeaks of rats to men yelling at a football game.
After minutes of trekking through the hallways, I finally found the control room and hesitantly I peeked in. Of course, there were guards sitting inside, probably to make my life as a spy harder than it already was. Fortunately, their backs were to the footage on the TV screens. I searched through my bag for knock out gas and silently rolled it in. By the time they noticed it, it was too late.
"What is th-" A man stood up in alarm, but there was a hiss of gas being released. They coughed violently before groaning and colliding against the floor. I softly tiptoed over their unconscious bodies and erased all footage of my epic entrance. All cameras were disabled, so my focus on completing the mission intensified. With no cameras to catch me, my task would be fairly straightfoward. I tiptoed out again and explored the area for the boy, who the agency had not given me a description of.
I must've walked past multiple doors until I heard a faint thud, followed by a string of curses and grunts. I hesitantly pressed my ear to the door and listened to the commotion inside. That definitely sounded like a teenage boy trying to get out of a probable chair he was most likely tied to.
My fingers touched the handle of katana and I prepared myself to strike. I hastily kicked open the door. Sure enough, there was an Asian boy who looked like my age bound to the chair. He was pretty cute for an Asian. He had a typical Asian appearance: blond highlighted bangs, broken glasses, and light brown eyes. He had a busted and bloody lip, along with a bruise on his right cheek. After ogling him for a few seconds, a curt voice interrupted. I'd failed to notice the guard right by his side, but I didn't miss his bloody knuckles.
"Hey! What are you doing here you little pes-" The man stepped towards me menacingly, but my speed threw him off guard, pun-intended. I swiftly strode up to him and kneed him the groin. He bent over in pain, leaving his neck vulnerable, so I jabbed the back of his neck, right on a pressure point. His body crumpled to the floor ungracefully. I unsheathed my katana and raised it up to cut the rope that tied the boy. His eyes widened with evident horror and he violently thrashed against the ropes. To silence his anguished screams, I struck his left cheek hard. Traditional spies were not supposed to harm the target in any way, but I never thought of myself as "traditional."
The boy's face was turned due to the force of my slap. He sat there with a dazed look on his face. "I'm here to save you. Now shut up," I said, cutting the rope. I practically ripped off his gag because I was annoyed, and he fell to the floor with a grunt. He stood up slowly and dusted off his clothes. He managed to straighten up and he looked dead straight into my eyes.
"Y'know, I could've gotten out myself," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
"What is your name before I leave you here to rot?" I questioned, menacingly. This kid didn't even say "thank you."
"Brian," he answered breathing heavily. He clutched his left cheek in pain, and a pang of guilt spread through me. I shook off any and all emotion to focus on the task at hand.
"Alright Brian. Do you know how to use this?" I took out my bow and arrow that conveniently fit in my bag. He shook his head.
"How about this?" I took out my shurikens, but he continued to shake his head. I took out all the weapons I had, and he shook his head to all of them.
"My God! Do you only know how to shake your head no?!"
Finally, when my hand reached for my spare sword, his eyes lit up eagerly and he grabbed the sword, playing with it dangerously. There was no doubt in my mind that I would later come to regret my decision, but I had no time to dawdle.
"Careful! You're going to slice someone. This is a real sword you know, not some plastic garbage made from China." I lectured. He furiously nodded and playfully jabbed the air. I mean, he would've jabbed the air if he wasn't tripping over his own feet.
Outside the door I heard several men approaching the room and Brian's breathing died down. I crept out the door to check for guards. When I saw none, I signaled Brian to follow me out the door. He followed my exact movements. Every few seconds, I had to gaze behind me to see if Brian was still trailing behind me. Out of nowhere, a man walked out of a door and coincidentally Brian's face hit the guy's pot belly. It was actually quite impressive. He managed to faceplant some guy's stomach within five minutes of his rescue. The guard faced Brian's direction and hadn't noticed my presence.
"Whaddya doin' 'ere kid? This is authorized person-" Before the guard could finish his sentence, I nimbly snuck behind, pushed his shoulders towards me, and kneed his back. There was an audible crack so the guy howled in pain. My arms constricted around his neck, effectively silencing him and cutting off his oxygen supply. He fell to the floor with a hard thud and I dragged his heavy self to the nearest room. Meanwhile, all Brian could do was look at me in horror.
"Use this gun, and give me the sword," I said with a demanding tone. He shook his head furiously like a kid. To be honest, he looked like he was going to cry like a little girl. I would've laughed, if it were not for the severity of the situation.
"Alright, if you want to die then-" he grabbed the gun before I finished. "You know how to use one right?" Of course, he shook his head. Didn't guys play shooting games? "Who cares, let's go." I sighed.
After roaming peacefully for a few minutes, a bgroup of men's voices flooded the corridor, so we hid in the nearest open room. We stayed until their footsteps passed the room. After their laughs grew faint, Brian followed me out of the room. Unfortunately we encountered two other men who said the same exact thing to us. Did henchmen not know any original lines to say when they saw an intruder? They reached for the guns in their belts, but I was quicker. I kicked the man in the face, and Brian punched the other guy's nose, hurling him to the far end of the hall and knocking him out. Their noses were bleeding heavily. My eyebrows shot up in surprise; Brian didn't look half as strong as he actually was.
"Why you little," the guy I'd attacked said, clutching his bloodied nose. He reached for his gun a second time, but I hastily knocked the gun out of his hand and kicked it over to Brian. The guy attempted to punch me, but I swiftly dodged and grabbed his wrist. I sidestepped behind him and pushed him against the floor. Basically, I had a death grip on his twisted wrist while his face was kissing the disgusting floor.
"Where is the way out of here?" I hissed in a low voice, making sure not to reveal my true voice.
"Why should I tell you?" The man barked back confidently, but I was in no mood to play any games.
"It's that or your life," I replied bitterly. I pulled his arm back until there was a satisfying crack. A look of horror spread across Brian's face, but I paid no mind to it.
"Alright!" His screams of pain attracted more guards. "Go straight down, make a left, then go to the right. There might be guards, so I don't know what you're gonna do about them!" The foosteps grew louder, and I rose from my kneeling position. Brian pursued me. The man with the broken arm heard the shuffling and sneered at me. "You're gonna get it ya little-," he started. I never heard what he was going to say because my fist collided with his face.
"Let's go," I motioned to Brian. He nodded fearfully. The blatant fear on his face amused me greatly. We crept straight down the hall and turned left, but we stopped in our tracks. There were lots of guards waiting by the exit. They were expecting us and secured all possible exits just when I was beginning to think this mission was all too easy. Well, there's always someone in the way from having a nice day. There was no way I was going to fight all of them so I grabbed my handy knock out gas and rolled it to the floor near the guards.
"What the-" Many guards replied in unison. Smoke began to spread everywhere, but Brian and I pulled up the front of our shirts to cover our mouths. There was lots of coughing and each body dropped with a thud.
"Uhm...lady..." Brian tugged my sleeve and pointed to the opposite direction. I turned around to see the welcoming sight of a new wave of guards with guns.
"Shit! Run!" I reached for Brian's hand and yanked him to the exit. That's when we heard bullets flying everywhere. One missed my head by a few centimeters. That's when I heard the familiar clicks of grenades. Why would they use grenades in a building?! The grenades would decimate and raze it! I analyzed the possible outcomes of the situation, and none were good. All of a sudden something whizzed past our heads. My shoes squeaked against the floor as I tried to skid to a stop. Naturally, I was fashionably late.
BOOM.
The grenade blew up with a deafening roar. My body was hurled into the air along with Brian, but he grabbed onto me and cushioned my fall. I ended up lying on top of him. Some debris from the walls hit my pounding head.
"Goddamnit." I struggled to pick myself up and coughed, sweeping off the dust from the debris. Brian was on the ground struggling to stand up. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm to support him.
"Up you go, Brian. Come on you can do it." Yet again, more footsteps were approaching us. We instantly bolted (or tried to) towards the exit.
The fresh night air greeted us (I'd been at this hell hole for almost two hours) and there was nowhere to hide from the guards, especially with Brian injured and me suffering from a head splitting headache.
"Get them!" Someone shouted. I saw their hazy silhouettes through the thick of the smoke.
"I can't see! There's too much debris!" Another one replied. Pieces of the building were shoved and kicked to the side.
"Wait until the smoke clears! We've got men outside in cars!"
They were struggling to get through the debris from the explosion. Meanwhile, I clutched Brian's hand and crawled underneath a minivan. As a spy, I should've thought of a better hiding place, but my headache was not making it an easy job.
As their shuffling neared our hiding spot, I held my breath in panic. The fact that they weren't speaking unnerved me to no end. Two minutes later, I heard, "They're gone!" "Search for them!" "Get into the cars." One man walked toward our minivan.
"Grab the pipes under the car," I mouthed to Brian. Brian nodded weakly, but I didn't blame him. I wasn't feeling too hot either.
The man driving our car was assigned to go left, so he was separated from the rest of his gang. He was driving for roughly twenty minutes until we finally reached a familiar neighborhood.
We dropped onto our backs painfully. My fingers had difficulty flexing and stretching from grasping the pipes for so long. I hurriedly called a cab for Brian and me, and got the hell out of there with Brian for the most part safe and sound.
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I'm going to be editing this like crazy, so yeah. ;D
Hope you guys enjoy it!
~Pitakarot
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