The Minesweeper
by: writejason
I looked around my perimeter. Seeing four walls, two to each side of me, and one above and below me. The room gave off an eerie fluorescent glow and my eyes strained at the endless gray in front of me. I looked up and saw a smiley face, to each side of this face was a counter. I mentally rolled my shoulders and pulled my gloves taut.
'Medium,' I smirked. 'That is my challenge today? This will be nothing.'
So sure of myself I pulled my goggles down over my eyes and stepped forward toward the gray field ahead of me. This wouldn't be hard. There was a secret to my job. One only certain people knew. Hopefully he did...or this could be a long day.
Immediately I felt sweat begin to build up on my brow as the man behind the mouse brought me towards the field. Looking into his eyes I realized he was no more then a bored kid. I was in trouble. Without any control of myself I began to randomly tackle spots in the field. Pulling out my mine kit I would barely have time to snip a wire before being whisked off to the next location.
This was bad.
Huddling over a square of gray I felt perspiration drip onto my hands. My teeth began to nervously chatter as I brought an unsure hand down to the playing field. My wire cutters snipped and an instant later I felt the explosion.
A giant yellow smiley frowned at me and my world seemed to reset.
I stood at the head of the gray field and surveyed the area. I pulled my gloves taut and checked the difficulty.
'Hard...well this will be fun.'
I pulled my goggles over my face and began the precise game of my life.
I am a minesweeper.