Part 12
The Answer, My Friend, is blowing in the wind.
This is just weird, I suspect the Official has finally flipped his lid, though I do think Eberts is the one who helps him come up with his plans, they aren't ever really too complicated, but this is too simple, almost so simple its idiotic. He wants us to just walk into the white building where we have traced the owner of the limousine. To have Darien quicksilver us, and just walk in. Then we are to dequicksilver,this is the part that worries me next, then we split up in three different directions and sweep the building for Alex and Eberts. He obviously threw the plan together in a few seconds, basically like this whole "Operation G.E.O." has been going the whole time."Hey, Chief, have you thought about the serious risks behind this plan?"
He gives me a well used cold stare, though it looks somewhat foreign on his face today. "Oh, course, there are major risks, but we really don't have time to sit here and contemplate a plan with no serious risks. We have an injured agent in there, who could possibly be knocking on death's door, because another agent had to play hero. Who has possibly gotten herself injured as well. I may seem like it sometimes, but I will never leave an injured man. You do have backup, and they will hurry in at any sign of trouble you report. I know it may seem like this is a kamikaze mission, but I do not believe in those as our new agent Miss Monroe does. I would not want to risk that. It is hard for injured agents to carry out injured agents, and dead one are mostly certainly not useful. So, I need you to trust me, and do as I ask?" I sense the tinge of anger in his voice, as well as the bitter swordedge of sadness,he is really concerned about Eberts, though I think right now, he really isn't too worried about Monroe.I know why though, she had to always be the hero, she has obviously never read one of the comic books, where Batman, -or- Superman lose their heads, decide it is best to rush in and save the day, instead of getting help, and they get caught in this parallis trap, where they almost die, and have to be rescued by Robin -or- Jimmy Olsen, -or- sometimes the villian's assistant.I think we all knew there was a risk to this job, we would all just have to hold our heads high, our weapons ablazed, our theme music playing, and risk it to free those two agents, and like Mighty Mouse at the end we would be rewarded with our cheese, preferably a raise.
He hands us all small communication devices. "We'll bring them out alive, don't worry, sir." Darien says to reassure all of us, especially himself. We are to wait to the official's count of fifty so we can make sure the perimeter is covered completely. Now was not the time to make some amateur mistake. Lives were on the line. It seems like the longest count in the history of man kind, we were all ready to spring from the car at the count of five. We are nervous, and ansty, but most of all we are ready for battle.
At the count of forty nine, we can see from our heavily concealled location amongst the trees, a silver Astin Martin pull out from the trees. "Forty nine, Fifty." The official says quickly. Before we hop out, and begin towards the complex. he says, "I'm going to trail the car, I will try to be back before you get out of there." We nod, and head towards the complex.
Darien quicksilvers us, and my body almost turns numb as the cool substance flows on my body. How can he stand that so much? We cautisouly walk to the door, and we are faced with an electronic keypad. "Who gets to guess the code?" I ask.
"I do," Darien says with a smile, and pulls something out of his pocket that looks like a pick. The pick gives off this strange silver tint. He disables some of the silver wires, and we wait for an alarm. None sounds, well not one we can hear. We slips inside, and the quicksilver falls to the floor. We come to a corridor that splits three ways, Darien takes the right way, Claire the middle way, and I get stuck with the left way. I am glad the floor is carpeted so my leather shoes, do not make clinking noises on the floor. I stay close against the wall, as I walk. I only get about twenty feet down when I before I start hearing this gurgling noise and this evil laughter. I come to a room, the door wide open. I can't believe it. Its the most shocking thing, I've ever seen, -or- my name isn't Bobby Hobbes.
The Answer, My Friend, is blowing in the wind.
This is just weird, I suspect the Official has finally flipped his lid, though I do think Eberts is the one who helps him come up with his plans, they aren't ever really too complicated, but this is too simple, almost so simple its idiotic. He wants us to just walk into the white building where we have traced the owner of the limousine. To have Darien quicksilver us, and just walk in. Then we are to dequicksilver,this is the part that worries me next, then we split up in three different directions and sweep the building for Alex and Eberts. He obviously threw the plan together in a few seconds, basically like this whole "Operation G.E.O." has been going the whole time."Hey, Chief, have you thought about the serious risks behind this plan?"
He gives me a well used cold stare, though it looks somewhat foreign on his face today. "Oh, course, there are major risks, but we really don't have time to sit here and contemplate a plan with no serious risks. We have an injured agent in there, who could possibly be knocking on death's door, because another agent had to play hero. Who has possibly gotten herself injured as well. I may seem like it sometimes, but I will never leave an injured man. You do have backup, and they will hurry in at any sign of trouble you report. I know it may seem like this is a kamikaze mission, but I do not believe in those as our new agent Miss Monroe does. I would not want to risk that. It is hard for injured agents to carry out injured agents, and dead one are mostly certainly not useful. So, I need you to trust me, and do as I ask?" I sense the tinge of anger in his voice, as well as the bitter swordedge of sadness,he is really concerned about Eberts, though I think right now, he really isn't too worried about Monroe.I know why though, she had to always be the hero, she has obviously never read one of the comic books, where Batman, -or- Superman lose their heads, decide it is best to rush in and save the day, instead of getting help, and they get caught in this parallis trap, where they almost die, and have to be rescued by Robin -or- Jimmy Olsen, -or- sometimes the villian's assistant.I think we all knew there was a risk to this job, we would all just have to hold our heads high, our weapons ablazed, our theme music playing, and risk it to free those two agents, and like Mighty Mouse at the end we would be rewarded with our cheese, preferably a raise.
He hands us all small communication devices. "We'll bring them out alive, don't worry, sir." Darien says to reassure all of us, especially himself. We are to wait to the official's count of fifty so we can make sure the perimeter is covered completely. Now was not the time to make some amateur mistake. Lives were on the line. It seems like the longest count in the history of man kind, we were all ready to spring from the car at the count of five. We are nervous, and ansty, but most of all we are ready for battle.
At the count of forty nine, we can see from our heavily concealled location amongst the trees, a silver Astin Martin pull out from the trees. "Forty nine, Fifty." The official says quickly. Before we hop out, and begin towards the complex. he says, "I'm going to trail the car, I will try to be back before you get out of there." We nod, and head towards the complex.
Darien quicksilvers us, and my body almost turns numb as the cool substance flows on my body. How can he stand that so much? We cautisouly walk to the door, and we are faced with an electronic keypad. "Who gets to guess the code?" I ask.
"I do," Darien says with a smile, and pulls something out of his pocket that looks like a pick. The pick gives off this strange silver tint. He disables some of the silver wires, and we wait for an alarm. None sounds, well not one we can hear. We slips inside, and the quicksilver falls to the floor. We come to a corridor that splits three ways, Darien takes the right way, Claire the middle way, and I get stuck with the left way. I am glad the floor is carpeted so my leather shoes, do not make clinking noises on the floor. I stay close against the wall, as I walk. I only get about twenty feet down when I before I start hearing this gurgling noise and this evil laughter. I come to a room, the door wide open. I can't believe it. Its the most shocking thing, I've ever seen, -or- my name isn't Bobby Hobbes.