ATF: Mission - Impossible!
Title: ATF: Mission - Impossible! 1/1
Author: Birgit "Lee" Kohls
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and there is no profit.
Magnificent Seven belong to Mirsch, CBS, MGM and Trilogy.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none... well, not really.
Spoilers: none
Archive: Yes, please! It also can be found at my webpage:
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Notes: I'm not a native English speaker, so humour me. This story sprung to mind
in one of those situations described below.
Thanks to Christina for the grammar beta!
Genre: Gen
Main character: Ezra
ATF: Mission - Impossible!
by Birgit 'Lee' Kohls (November 2001)
Ezra aimed carefully. He couldn't afford to miss, not here and now. The
consequences of him failing would be unspeakable. Not to mention embarrassing.
Ezra Standish, ATF undercover agent par excellence just could not miss.
He muttered a curse as he was savagely slammed from one wall of the tiny room to
the other. This, Ezra realized with consternation, wouldn't work, at least not
this way. He changed position, sat down on the small, uncomfortable seat,
desperately searching for a hold as the room tilted rapidly from left to right -
or was it forward and backward, he couldn't say. The motion almost swept him to
the floor.
The Southerner pondered if he just should give up for now and wait for the next
opportunity, but he knew that he never would make it that long. The pain had
become unbearable, he had to do something. Curse Larabee and his asinine ideas!
They couldn't just do this job the normal way, no, they had to 'join the crowd'.
Idiot.
He should never have accepted this mission, not in a million years. The rattling
and shaking seemed to lessen and Ezra closed his eyes for a moment, trying to
relax his tensed muscles.
"Now or never!" He mumbled with the air of desperation. The violent motion that
bolted him out of his concentration made an earthquake pale in comparison,
Standish decided.
"One last try," he rallied himself. "You can do this... Close your eyes...
relax... let it go... Yes, that's it!"
With a sigh of relief, Ezra got up from the seat he had involuntarily occupied,
readied himself to face the world again, opened the door of his confinement and
made his way back into the light. The rest of his team mates sat at the far end
of the narrow aisle, playing cards, chattering and drinking soda. None of them
seemed to have noticed his perils, the length of his absence. Excellent.
"Hey Ez," Buck grinned. "What kept you so long?"
Standish glared at his friend and wanted to give a sniping reply, then saw the
can in Wilmington's hand.
This was a long trip. Let Buck find out about the dangers of using the
facilities in a driving Greyhound bus all by himself.
"Nothing, Bucklin," he said with a malicious smile.
The End