The meeting room was cold and hard. It wasn't a place you wanted to be in voluntarily. A man walked in, clothed in a dark green uniform, talking to a man at his elbow, clothed in the same color, but with a black band around his chest.
The green-clothed man then asked, "You understand your mission?"
Black-band, nodded, saying softly, "Yes, sir.
Green nodded his approval and then stated in a crisp tone, "You are to do your job in less than fifteen minutes. We don't want anyone finding out too early. Once you're finished, the chopper will be waiting for you outside the gates of the building."
Black-band nodded again, saying in that soft voice, "Yes, sir." and then, sensing there was no more to say, left the room.
Green watched him go and then muttered to himself, "If this works, we'll have gained a terrific advantage!"
The institute was quiet. It was about midnight, and an old grandfather clock solemnly toned out the hour, but to deaf, sleeping ears. Everyone within the mansion was asleep, deep in his or her own little dreams. The mansion, though it appeared ordinary on the outside, was actually a highly fortified fortress.
But the man in black had crept through them all like a snake, slithering his way around the sensors and traps. He had a mission. He climbed the stairs silently, looking for his destination. There! At the end of the hall! It was a simple wooden door. No different than the dozen others surrounding it, but the man in black knew he had to get into that room! He crept along, but froze upon hearing a commotion from a nearby room. He remained for an hour until he felt sure it was safe to proceed, creeping along at a snail's pace. But unnoticed, a small vial had slipped out of his belt and rolled under one of the many wooden doors.
He crept on, coming to a stop before his special door. He silently opened the door, slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. There was his target, sleeping peacefully in the bed, his wheelchair sitting beside the bed. The man knew he didn't have much time until his target sensed him in the room and began toying with his mind and memory. He crept to the side of the bed and took out the syringe filled with an ugly purple color. He then quickly stuck it into the sleeping man's arm with surgical precision. He quickly depressed the plunger, forcing the purple liquid into the man's veins.
The man's eyes flew open instantly, but then clouded over. His body, which had tensed up, relaxed and to outwards appearances, he fell back to sleep. The black man watched and pocketed the syringe. The man was sleeping all right. More deeply than ever before.
He then opened the window, and saw the helicopter coming to pick him up. He secured a line, climbed down, and with a good yank, pulled the rope down to him. He bundled it up and ran to the gate, where the quiet rotors wouldn't be heard. He climbed in and was lifted off into the night.