Yeap, I joined another assignment/ contest/ challenge. Why not right? There are two things that inspire me; good ideas and good feedback. Which makes this one stop shopping, and I got plenty of words to spend.
So WriteOnEdge has their own legit thing going, and you should check it out/get in on it, especially if you follow any other challenges.
The theme here is Paying What you Owe. From bills to contracts, oaths, promises and maybe even a judgment from Judge Judy, everybody owes something. Word limit is a healthy 500 woids.
This is a continuation from Cold Brain Warm Hands which I recommend you read the first part to, well first, to see where this action picks up from. The theme inspired this story faster than Zombie Bunnies, buuuut I hope you enjoy it anyway 😉
Feedback is always appreciated!
Diggs didn’t move, but his mind ran through their options, Whomever it was knew what was on the other end of that camera. The mystery man stood frozen, and that was his mistake; Diggs was going to show no quarter here. If he had a post in this place, he was the enemy. The line between their sides was clear.
The other man thawed out and made a move – not to the terminal beside him, where a simple command would set off lights, klaxons and certain death for Diggs and his men. Instead, he stepped towards the door. Diggs signaled, sensing his team getting into position immediately. The agent moved closer, and as Diggs tracked his movement, pulled out a small device and put it to the door. A soft signal in his helmet told him the lock was released. Wordlessly they sprang into action.
It was three seconds before they had the agent pinned up against the wall, the room secured, and the door closed again. Because of the suits, to anyone watching, he was held accosted by phantoms. Diggs continued to hold the hostage while the others studied the computer display and attempted to gain access without setting off any alarms.
“Stop! Stop, I can…” the agent struggled to get his words out, his throat held tight by Diggs. He didn’t struggle too much; smart move, as a quick twist of the wrist would have been quick and easy. He tried to speak, sputtering random words, and Diggs suddenly recognized something he said. He released the man, and tapped a command on his wrist. The stealth suit became visible.
“Sir?” one of the team asked. Diggs turned towards the shadowy form.
“He knows the infiltrator code,” Diggs answered, turning back to the agent, who was lightly exploring his tender neck. “You could have said it before opening the door. Other teams wouldn’t let you get a word out.”
The man spoke, his voice raspy. “Right, I know. I just figured you knew I have been getting you all through since Beta.” He turned on another computer screen, which showed a series of hallways one by one. “All the alarms were put on rotation by me, as soon as I recognized your pattern. I have to admit, you have perfect timing. No anomalies whatsoever; The Brain has no idea you are here.”
“Well thanks, then. Your name?” Diggs asked.
“Dysen. I’m from Alliance Corps.”
“Dysen, we owe you.” Diggs patted the man’s shoulder and nodded approvingly. With a flick of his other wrist however, he released a blade that found its way to Dysen’s chest. The agent slid to the floor, wordlessly. Diggs knew his men would never question his action, but he looked at their vague forms to explain.
“The code he gave was ‘stone, base, one’. That was Peters’, an infiltrator confirmed dead six months ago’s call sign. I knew Peters and that wasn’t him.”
He looked back at the body. “Guess I settled two debts then.”