Chapter Six
Author's Notes: Since so many people seemed to like this, I updated on this fic.
I was dispatched around fifty yards away from where the base with the borrowed ship was. I quickly leaped to the ground, ran some distance so that the ship could recloak and put on its defense shields. I had about two hours to finish this thing. Failure was not an option. Failure meant disgrace, capture, or death. I intended to become none of these things.
I checked my weapons for malfunction and was then on my way, on foot. I began to wonder about what would happen if I missed. My cover would be blown, and I would be captured and infested. The entire camp would rejoice on having made another Andalite-Controller. On the plus side, they still wouldn't be prepared when the fighters and the Holk arrived. They would be even more surprised than if...
The reality suddenly struck me.
OF COURSE! That HAD to be it! How could I have been so STUPID?
Why in the first place would anyone send a beginner to a mission like this? WHY? Not to assassinate. They had other plans. I was actually expendable. I had received top marks in stealth, so I could easily sneak up to targets. They knew that. I had good sniping marks, good marks, but not great marks. Then why would they send me here? Because they knew I would miss. They knew I would be captured. They knew the Yeerks would be too busy cheering when they showed up.
I sank to my knees as I realized the horrible truth. I wasn't sent there to assassinate. I was sent there to die.
Author's Notes: Since so many people seemed to like this, I updated on this fic.
I was dispatched around fifty yards away from where the base with the borrowed ship was. I quickly leaped to the ground, ran some distance so that the ship could recloak and put on its defense shields. I had about two hours to finish this thing. Failure was not an option. Failure meant disgrace, capture, or death. I intended to become none of these things.
I checked my weapons for malfunction and was then on my way, on foot. I began to wonder about what would happen if I missed. My cover would be blown, and I would be captured and infested. The entire camp would rejoice on having made another Andalite-Controller. On the plus side, they still wouldn't be prepared when the fighters and the Holk arrived. They would be even more surprised than if...
The reality suddenly struck me.
OF COURSE! That HAD to be it! How could I have been so STUPID?
Why in the first place would anyone send a beginner to a mission like this? WHY? Not to assassinate. They had other plans. I was actually expendable. I had received top marks in stealth, so I could easily sneak up to targets. They knew that. I had good sniping marks, good marks, but not great marks. Then why would they send me here? Because they knew I would miss. They knew I would be captured. They knew the Yeerks would be too busy cheering when they showed up.
I sank to my knees as I realized the horrible truth. I wasn't sent there to assassinate. I was sent there to die.