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A/N: Here is my attempt at a new story. It's in a third person viewpoint (partially omniscient-oxymoron?). Action based with comedy abound! Hopefully:) Way different than High School Chaos.
Enjoy!
Wednesday. January 20th.
2:05:00 pm. Berlin.
One lone figure stood in a sea of people. The barely controlled chaos was normal for the busy city for it was still midday.
Shifty-eyed, the lady in the leather jacket stayed put right in the middle of the crowd.
She seemed to be waiting for someone or something obviously unbeknownst to the everyday workers. She looked, to the untrained or careless eye at least, just like another German waiting patiently for a friend. She was waiting for someone.
She just couldn't say that this person was exactly...an acquaintance.
Suddenly, the woman splits to the right.
~T~S~T~S~
A few paces to the left, another figure notices the slightly different movement.
And the absence of his target.
Checking his watch, he makes for, what he hopes is anyway, a casual walk.
This man, unlike the woman, did not fit the general German image. His dark skin really caused him problems with assignments in these types of locations. It didn't help that he was now walking at a brisk, almost frantic, pace after the young woman he was following.
And had on a bright blue sock hat...
She sure was quick. Almost as if she was trying to give him the slip.
But then again...what do I know, right?
The two end up in the underground.
We'll call them blue cap and leather jacket for short alright?
Blue cap's thoughts of rest were quickly shot down when leather jacket, in one swift motion, steps down onto the tracks of the subway- moments before said transportation is due to pass mind you -and hops expertly up to the other platform.
Textbook slip move.
Woman in black: 1.
Man in blue: 0.
Now free of her stalker- he was unfortunately quite noticeable -she could move at a more reasonable and inconspicuous rate. No need to rush this mission now.
Checking her watch, the lady relaxes into her seat on the train cart. There were a few suspicious people relatively close to her but until they gave her trouble...
She was going to chill.
She pops in some headphones and awaits her stop that was to come in about 10 minutes.
~T~S~T~S~
Obviously very frustrated, the man in blue boards the offending train and forces open the doors that led to the other platform where leather jacket escaped from.
Ignoring the workers' indignant shouts, he hops onto a train that was headed in the general direction of his target.
Who knows? He might actually be able to catch up to her.
Psh. Right. If anything, he'll just skip to the more interesting and important part of this job.
Just before her stop, the dark-haired lady catches movement to her left.
What was it with these creeps and her left side?
Before the offender could even come close to punching range, the woman throws her left leg out to stop his advance by popping him in the stomach. Knocked back a bit, the man steadies himself on a poor old lady's walker before lunging once more at the Oh-So-Calm, leather jacket-wearing secret agent. She simply slides to her right on the bench and slams her cart-neighbor's skateboard down onto the attacker's hands that he put down in an attempt to avoid a face plant. Now clutching his hands, he straightens to, once again, attack. Dark hair stands up abruptly and in the guy's face to disrupt his movement and thoughts.
Before he can even react and follow through, the woman shoves the random assailant and is out the door as soon as the train stops to allow the change in passengers. The man hits his head on the edge of the bench and is out cold.
Yet another escape.
Chalk up another point for Miss. Leather Jacket.
After a peaceful ride, the dark-skinned man hops off onto his new stop. He initially seems very confused by the destination. Shaking it off he walks to the plaza, hoping to catch a sign of the runaway. Seeing nothing he just sighs and heads off to a decent-looking bar.
Might as well have a drink- makes the punishment of losing yet another target a little more bearable.
After he downs his first drink, he starts to notice a shift in the bar's atmosphere. Looking around, he notices shifty eyes in every corner of the room.
Yeah, should probably split.
Turning back around, he notices a cold, metal barrel staring right into his forehead. Not his day, that's for sure.
Sighing yet again, he unnoticeably lets go of his empty glass that was in his right hand. Almost instantly his other hand shoots up to deflect the gun. It shoots harmlessly into the ceiling - at least it was harmless if you weren't on the second floor... Not wasting a moment, he jabs the man in to stomach, knocking the air right out of him and taking the gun. With the bartender out-of-commission he turns to face the other two threatening him. The other shadies of the bar were just waiting to see how this fight turned out.
The guy on the left advances first. Knife gleaming, he goes for a straight stab. Blue Cap snatches the glass resting just outside of his right hand's grasp and slams it down on the hand sending the knife in his direction. This effectively knocks the weapon from the man's possession and is followed by a left leg front kick straight to the enemy's chest.
Cue dramatic fall into a table that results in a lot of destruction and spilled beer.
...
Anyway, one man left.
The second attacker- shocker with the punching...I mean, throw some kicks in or something people! -sends a right jab. Fluidly taking the guy by the wrist and twisting his body, the man effortlessly throws the aggressor over his body and into his buddy on the ground. Flipping some coins onto the counter for his drink, Blue Cap heads out onto the busy streets once again.
2 points for style and a 30 second victory to the man in blue.
A/N: Okie Dokie. That's the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, it sure was fun to write. I just thought...hmm, I could easily portray the Avatar characters as spies! They basically are in the show anyway. All awesome. So...yeah. :)
Till next time!
-The Runaway.