Day 6 stories.
He entered the ladies’ room of the embassy, pretending to be a plumber. Inside, he unsheathed his sword and opened the stall. She was seated there, half sunk into the bowl of the toilet, white as a ghost, cherry red lips pursed closed around a tie-rip keeping a wad of cloth in her mouth, eyes wide open like a doe. This was no way to kill someone. He turned around and left. She’d die another day, when she could try to resist or run.
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He sat there, sharpening the combat knife with no attention to the job, merely repeating what he was taught to do. Tonight, he’d chase down the ninja, he decided, and teach her a lesson about efficiency that she’d remember. He’d probably take that brace of throwing stars. Fucking toys… and then, there’d be the guy who thought so much of himself… time to take that one down a peg, too.
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The phone creaked. “We need to discuss some things,” the old man said. “I have decided you are loyal to our nation, and as such, have selected an honourable task for you.”
The sunburnt man did not answer. “What, cat got your tongue?! There will be canings if you do not obey, young man!”
“through hardship comes wisdom,” the other replied, “but I will do as you ask, sir.”
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He sat down opposite the old man, the pirate trousers he wore displaying the vine tattoo that crept from his foot to his knee. He slowly removed his sunglasses, breathed on them. “Time to talk,” he said. “Or so I think.”
The girl in the bright pink silk dress translated.
“Decadent pig, what can you offer me?”
She translated the first part as ‘sir.’
“if you can look past your pride, you’ll see there’s information to be traded.”
She faithfully translated.
“What, on how many women you bedded? Back home I just need to snap my fingers!”
She hesitated, then gave up and said it straight.
“I’ve just made out with your secretary. I bet she’d tell me anything I want to know. Instead, I come to you, for honest dealings. So, will we deal, or do I go behind your back?”
She reddened, and stuttered that he had access to the information he wanted, regardless of her boss’ co-operation.
“We’ll talk,” the old man said.
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The little grey drone zoomed in on the man in the coarse clothing, landed on a railing nearby, camera zooming in. Suddenly, everything went dark. The man turned, resumed his exercise, and smiled at the place where the drone lay, covered by a heavy orange coat.
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He put the hammer away, grabbed his guns. There would be no blurring of the sides tonight, he’d see to it.
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She leaned back against the wall where the man with scars sat, polishing and oiling his weaponry, and whistled low. “I have little time,” she said, her eyes closed. “And there is so much to discuss. But I think it is time for my mission as a solo to come to end, and share what I have learned.” He grunted. She was a hard woman, and would be a good ally.
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She started the engine. She had enough of it, for now, and needed to clear her mind. There was a museum run by a religious sect nearby, the drive and the peace in that place would do her good. She planned to not return before morning.
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“Hello there,” she smiled, her black hair unbound, haltertop displaying her small round breasts to maximum effect. “What is it you are doing?”
The other reddened. “trying out my flying machine,” he said.
“Nice,” she answered. “But you do know you are near diplomatic territory, and that we generally frown on people trying to hear what they shouldn’t, because it may threaten international stability?” She pushed her sunglasses down her nose.
“I’ll go now, miss, sorry-for-the-inconvenience” he said, and he ran away, to a small and battered Toyota.
“Wait, I just want to talk,” she shouted after him, but the car was already running, and not even her running skills could match a car. “Pity,” she whispered. “I liked him.”
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 26 May 2010 - 07:46 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.