Well, here is one of my new projects—because even spies can have awkward moments, stupid moments, funny moments, and just flat out screw-ups.
Let me see… I think I'll start with… Joe Solomon. Good? Good. Also, this is my first time writing in third-person, so please go easy on me.
January 15, 1983
France
Abby and Joe were on a mission together, though to call it a mission would have been an insult to both trained operatives. This was more child's play in their minds—elementary. All they had to do was sneak into a building and grab a file.
See? Simple.
The two had no problems whatsoever. That is, until it happened.
"Abby," Joe whispered, just barely audible to the untrained ear; so naturally, Abby heard it loud and clear.
"Yes, Joe?" She replied, picking the lock on the door.
"Don't pick the lock anymore—it'll leave prints. We can use the air vents—the dust inside them will hid the fingerprints fairly well."
It made sense to Abby, so she stopped. Joe lifted her onto his shoulders, so she could open the vent.
Abby was poised, ready, and fully aware of her surroundings, like a panther. After a few moments of struggling, she popped the vent out of place.
Using her flexibility, Abby lifted her leg in the air, cheerleader style, sticking it in the air vent. Then the other leg. She pushed herself into the dark creepy hole, happy to have overcome her fear of small spaces. With arms over her head, she turned over on her stomach, going back to the entrance, to get Joe.
Once they were both inside, they began to crawl and shuffle around, trying to reach the destination. At long last, the pair had found the end of the tunnel—literally.
Abby removed the vent, like she had the last one.
"Ready?" She asked Joe. This was the most important part of the mission—not getting caught. It would only end in disaster.
"Yes," Joe breathed slightly heavier than usual, thoughts of what would happen if things went wrong began to overwhelm him.
Abby nodded and took out a rope she'd carried with her and hooked it to the belt she was wearing. She tossed it across the motion sensors, and jumped down with ease, not setting off the alarms.
Joe took a deep breath. If Abby could do it, he could too… right? Right, he thought. No need to worry…
He gathered up all the courage he had and tossed his rope the same way as Abby and tried it to himself.
But maybe not tight enough, because instead of jumping down in the perfect fluid motions that one would see watching a movie, like Abby, Joe fell to the ground, after the rope had unknowingly loosened. He'd fallen on his face, giving the dirty carpet a kiss.
As if that was not enough, Abby could not control herself—she laughed, enhancing the embarrassment Joe was already feeling.
But the embarrassment did not stop there, oh no. Then the lights came on. The training session was over. They'd failed. The CIA Covert Operations teacher, Mr. Reed walked in with a group of students—peers of Joe and Abby. Some hated Joe, some envied him, but there was one face the stood out from the rest.
A smirking teenage boy, arms crossed, eyes sparkling with amusement.
Mathew.
"And this," Mr. Reed began, "is how a failed operation looks. Do this, ladies and gentlemen, and you may just get caught or worse. Class dismissed."
As if on cue, the bell rang, dismissing all the young students. Abby left with her friends, laughing the whole experience off.
Not that it'd be hard for her, Joe thought. She didn't embarrass herself.
The only person to stay behind was Mathew.
"That was… original," he commented, helping his best friend to his feet.
"By original you mean 'stupid'," Joe huffed.
Mathew shook his head. "No I mean original—one-of-a-kind."
"Really?" Joe asked, a part of his heart hoping his friend would comfort him on what excellence he had preformed.
"Yeah," Mathew agreed. "I mean, I bet you're the first person to figure out how to remove your pants with a rope like that."
What? Joe thought. Then he looked down and notice that his pants in fact had fallen down. He looked at the rope he'd sung down on. There were his jeans, tied up in a knot, held hostage from the rope.
"Help me get them down," Joe said.
"No way," Mathew objected. "I have to get ready for a date."
"With Rachel?" Joe asked.
Mathew smiled. "She's amazing—and she never lost her pants, so she'd more fun to hang out with at the moment!" He laughed and jogged out of the room, leaving Joe to answer the question, How am I going to get my pants down?
This actually happened with me and a few of my friends, once, only Kelly's pants ended up on the flag pole. Anyway, I hope you liked it, I know I kind of twisted the plot around a bit, but it had to be done. this will probably be the only one where I change the plot slightly, because I know that lots of people don't like that, so… Yeah. That's all I have to say for now.
Bye! +D