Smugglers. (open)
Jul 8, 2010 19:57:18 GMT -5
Post by vividwriter on Jul 8, 2010 19:57:18 GMT -5
Mark Brodinsky.
Mist restlessly curled through the buildings, dark in the night. People usually think that district three would have good electricity. Only the factories are lit up. The workers are left in dark shacks with dirt floors and a tv for to watch the games.
Mark sneers as the games enter his mind. That was the reason he was what he was. A smuggler, a rebel. He shifted in his position, waiting for the signal from within the city.
He was aware of the breathing of his team, the moon gently rising, the clouds gently crawling across the sky. He was restless, as restless as the mist. He ripped at the grass of the hill, tapping his teeth. It wasn't supposed to take this long.
The burden of the mission rested on his shoulders. He was the leader. It was his job to make sure everything went as planned, but nothing ever went as planned.
Finally he saw the blink on a flashlight in a little window. Two blinks. A sigh left his mouth in a puff of mist. All was well.
He tightened his muscles, and moved forward, gesturing for his team to follow.
He slid down the hill, as silently as possible. Placing his feet nimbly in the perfect places. Soon they were at the base of the electric fence. Mark slid to a halt and eyed the cameras red lights. Thank god Gerny is a genius, Mark thought. If we didn't have the devices that mask their presence, this mission would be futile.
Mark skirted along the fence, looking for their entrance. Finally they found the secret entrance, used for Peacekeepers. Mark smiles as he confirms the door in the side of a small hill. The peacekeepers weakness is their greed for whatever the citizens can't have.
They quickly type in the security pass, discerned by Gerny, once again.
Once inside, all that's left is to get the secret member, and get out.
The inside of the district is much easier traversed.
But the unthinkable happened.
Mist restlessly curled through the buildings, dark in the night. People usually think that district three would have good electricity. Only the factories are lit up. The workers are left in dark shacks with dirt floors and a tv for to watch the games.
Mark sneers as the games enter his mind. That was the reason he was what he was. A smuggler, a rebel. He shifted in his position, waiting for the signal from within the city.
He was aware of the breathing of his team, the moon gently rising, the clouds gently crawling across the sky. He was restless, as restless as the mist. He ripped at the grass of the hill, tapping his teeth. It wasn't supposed to take this long.
The burden of the mission rested on his shoulders. He was the leader. It was his job to make sure everything went as planned, but nothing ever went as planned.
Finally he saw the blink on a flashlight in a little window. Two blinks. A sigh left his mouth in a puff of mist. All was well.
He tightened his muscles, and moved forward, gesturing for his team to follow.
He slid down the hill, as silently as possible. Placing his feet nimbly in the perfect places. Soon they were at the base of the electric fence. Mark slid to a halt and eyed the cameras red lights. Thank god Gerny is a genius, Mark thought. If we didn't have the devices that mask their presence, this mission would be futile.
Mark skirted along the fence, looking for their entrance. Finally they found the secret entrance, used for Peacekeepers. Mark smiles as he confirms the door in the side of a small hill. The peacekeepers weakness is their greed for whatever the citizens can't have.
They quickly type in the security pass, discerned by Gerny, once again.
Once inside, all that's left is to get the secret member, and get out.
The inside of the district is much easier traversed.
But the unthinkable happened.
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