stownlins
[ stoun-linz ]
adverb Scot.
secretly; stealthily.
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The
figure slipped through the trees, unseen and unheard. His shoes, specially made for just this
purpose, made nearly no sound as they hit the ground. His clothes were made so that no sound of
fabric could be heard, while also minimizing his visual profile. Unless someone was specifically looking for
him, they would miss him completely.
He
paused just inside the tree line. The facility
lay sprawled before him. The place was
flooded with bright lights, surrounded by a tall fence, and crawling with guards. The silent man checked his equipment. Around his waist was a tightly cinched belt
lined with small compartments, holding everything he needed. He held several small, liquid filled, needle
tipped pods. Small needles rested in
other compartments, and others held various pieces of electronics.
On his
wrist was an air launcher that was designed for the chemical laced needles in
his belt. Sure, a gun would be more
directly lethal, but it was also much louder.
Plus, he was going for stealth, not destruction.
Satisfied
with everything he had, he got to work.
He nearly glided down towards the fence.
It was tipped with razor wire, so no going over it. Besides that was a sure fire way to be
seen. He pulled out a compact pair of
wire cutters and made quick work of the fence.
He dashed forward, keeping a careful eye out for guards. His dark clothes were next to useless in the
lights the facility was casting off, so he would be finished the first time he
was spotted.
But luck
was on his side and he avoided them all.
He hugged the wall and sidled forward.
He spotted a small service door used by the security team. It was, of course, guarded. And they were not a pair of cheap
rent-a-cops. These were trained
professionals. They were vigilant, and their
eyes constantly scanned the area around them.
Their weapons were within easy reach, and the infiltrator had no doubt
that they knew how to use them.
The dark
clothed man leveled his wrist launcher and fired. Two puffs of air sounded, audible only to
him. Each struck its target. The guards soon succumbed to the powerful
tranquilizers and slumped against the wall.
This made entry easy. But he was
no fool. He quietly eased the door open,
just a crack. He saw another pair of guards
inside the door.
The man
pulled out two of the bulbs, holding them lightly. He knocked quickly on the door. A guard eased the door open and poked his
head out. Before he could fully process
what he was seeing, the bulb’s needle was stuck into his neck. It was a matter of seconds before he was unconscious. The infiltrator was crouched and ready for
the inevitable. The second hallway guard
reacted and emerged from the door. He soon
joined his colleagues in a drug induced slumber.
The dark
clothed man knew he now had a limited time to accomplish his mission. But, he could at least delay the inevitable. He did his best to prop each of the four
slumbering guards into a crude standing position. It would not hold up to even mild scrutiny, but
it was better than nothing. All that
mattered was that he was inside the facility.
The easy
part was over. Now came the real
challenge.
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Probably not my best work, is it? Meh, oh well. I hope it's at least kind of entertaining for a little while. That's all I can hope for, really.
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