A spy story

Clad in black from head to toe, the figure snuck with the stealth that was so common among those within his profession. His feet stepped upon the thin ledge with the surety of a cat up on a tall tree branch as he crossed the ledge overhanging the two roofs.

Silent steps trailed wherever he tread. His eyes and ears sharper than a hawk’s and his reflexes swifter than a viper’s. Never had he thought it would be so easy to infiltrate this building. Looks like easy money.

A swift leap down to the balcony, through the window and he was inside. He crept in the darkness, silent as a mouse, ears twitching to every sound that assailed them. Coast was clear. He continued on deeper into the building. Hopefully he could get to the core before his 10 minute time slot was out.

Suddenly, the whole building lit up and loud alarms sounded everywhere within the premises. He cursed under his breath and spun around to dash back to the room. As he leapt for the window. The whirring of gears and clanging of steel resounded as a metal sheet slid down and covered his escape.

He spun around to move out. Then stopped. There was a commotion outside. He knew it was too good to be true. They’d planned for it. Footsteps were coming his way.

Despite all those years training, he had allowed himself to become trapped. The footsteps were coming closer and the only way out was a window that looked out upon a 30 meter drop. And even that was blocked. He shook his head. He’s screwed.

He flew over to the door and slammed it shut. His eyes darted left and right. There had to be a way out. There always was. His calculative mind raced , going over one plan after another. All of it was scrapped.

Boom! Boom! The door shook and screamed as they pounded on it. He left from the door and he looked around the room. Desk, sofa, electrical lamp. Cushion. Rug. Nothing he could use.

Screeching and whirring gears hummed again. Moonlight streamed through the window as the steel seal rose. He stared suspiciously out the window. Something wasn’t right.

He put his hand to his ear, depressing the device buried under the flap of skin on the back of his ear. “Max, you hear me?” He whispered

Static. “Get out of there!” Came the familiar voice of Max amidst the static. He dashed out the window. Big mistake.

Last thing he felt, was a sharp pain on the frontal lobe of his brain, as he crumpled down on the balcony, a bullet driven into his head.