Thursday, August 24, 2006

Back on the Job!

It was almost time to go. Agent Funny Face sat in a chair examining his RPD launcher. Rocket Propelled Darts could punch through clothing at longer range! This was perfect! Agent Funny Face then checked his other dart pistol and finally picked up a real pistol in case of extreme emergency situations. Tonight he would wear a bullet proof vest he decided. Putting on his over-coat he quickly filled up several RPD clips and some darts. Two .44 clips would probably suffice as well. Last came his glasses. Picking up his glasses he checked them to be sure all the settings were working. He put in fresh batteries and spare batteries. A spare pair of glasses went into his pocket in a reinforced case that would protect them from just about anything.

He was all geared up and suddenly there were footsteps in the hall way! Shoot! He quickly dove back into his bed and pulled the covers all the way up and removed his glasses. The nurse bustled in and checked on all the patients. Why couldn’t I just have been pulled out of the hospital? Sometimes I don’t understand my boss but you would think he would have gotten me out of the hospital for this mission! He thought. The nurse finally left after shutting the window and checking several patients. Quickly arranging his pillow and bed clothes under the covers, he left a make shift dummy in his bed to keep away unwanted attention in case the nurse happened to pass by later. Going to the window he swiftly opened it up and climbed out onto the fire escape. At the bottom of the ladder “Bob” was waiting for him dressed completely in black with a suave pair of dark shades.

“What are the sun glasses for at night?”

“Well they are like your glasses. You know the night vision and all.”

“I see,” AFF replied. “Well lets get going!”

Bob led him to a sleek convertible which they both climbed into. Inside there was a computer screen on the dash.

“Put your hand on this screen,” Bob directed. He did so himself to demonstrate hit a few buttons and then nodded to AFF. The computer analyzed the hand and then came to life with all sorts of options. Bob tapped the “New User” option and the screen changed. “Put your hand on the screen, ok?” AFF did so and watched the computer analyze his hand and take a copy of his finger prints. “Now you can drive the car. As you can see, you can use a key to start the car…but the computer here can override the key. Oh, before I forget, here is your remote for the car. You need to place your thumb on this pad and keep it there in order for the remote to work. If it doesn’t recognize your thumb print than you can’t control the car remotely. The car has a built in navigation system so you can select a destination and it will take you there automatically. It is still wise to maintain control in case of an emergency, of course, but if you need your car right away you can have it drive to you instead of running to it yourself. But enough about the car, we have a job to do!” Bob threw started the car and quickly drove off. A map appeared on the screen.

They drove to a fancy hotel. It was a huge hotel and as far as AFF concerned only one more obstacle to him. “So the meeting is on the 25th floor?” Bob nodded in reply. “Does this car have equipment that we can use?”

“Yep! She sure does,” Bob replied cheerfully.

They swiftly got their gear together and then took the fire escape up one side of the building. AFF spotted someone at the top…a guard maybe? He turned on his targeting system and shot the guy with an RPD. It thankfully had a silencer on it so it wasn’t very noisy at all. They quickly raced up and checked out the stunned man. Binding him up and removing his ID and weapons they found out a bit but nothing important. He was heavily armed though; Submachine gun, automatic rifle, grenades. They quickly moved on. Crawling along the edge of the building. They reached a window and peaked in. They were just outside of a lobby and the reception desk could be seen. A half dozen thugs were lounging around. Two stood just outside a pair of fancy double doors. “That is where we are going!” AFF muttered to Bob.

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