The abandoned mission, No.2 draft

The corridor darkened, the light started to fade away. The echo of his footsteps broke the silence; he slowly approached through the corridor. As the man spotted something strange, he stopped. There was nothing but the increasing rhythm of his heart and the shaky legs of his. He quickly threw a glance around his surroundings.

“Why are you doing this?”

There was no one there, he turned around, he looked up, gazed on his sides, and it was all darkness. He finally realized that there were no one there, but just himself, and his conscience.

“You know that I would do everything to save her.” He sighed, whipping tears of his face.

He advanced through the corridor with no hesitation. He try to seized every opportunity to wake himself up from this nightmare, a nightmare that he refused to ever dream about. After all those years of dedicating his life to the peace of his beloved country, he finally found someone that could accompany him to the end of his life. However he knew that he would regret the choice of spying up on other countries. He made enemies, very dangerous enemies indeed. From a perspective of being a spy, he’s now the one that is being spied at. And their act of kidnapping Jess right in front of his eyes, was indeed very predictable.

Finding a spot where he could firmly placed his sniper rifle without no-one noticing, the man set up the gun pointing straight to the Parliament House. Any moment now, a gentleman will walk out, holding the peace agreement treaty paper. He had to slay him down and whilst everyone was panicking, his next target would be the barrels just to make sure no evidence of this treaty would never be found. This event will result in another world war between Europe and USSR.

He started to acknowledge a scent of pressure floating in the air. If he doesn’t succeed, God knows what would happen. The treaty will be signed, a full stop to the ongoing Cold War. Apparently to some individuals out there, peace was not an option. Peace means no benefit, no money, and no life. Jay knew that it was completely rubbish, that billionaires were making money by interrupting the peace between countries, promoting war. This is indeed another war after WW2, a war without guns and shells, but a war with the involvement of money and power.

“Why?” he whispered to himself

That sort of question, if the answers and the correct solutions could be given, there’ll be no war, no conflict or any kind of brutal violence anymore. The grim of the old man appeared on his face, he was day dreaming he guessed. That’s the place he knew he’d live happily with all his dreams fulfilled.

All of the sudden, he realized what his real intention of going here, quickly grabbed the rifle and there was the target, the treaty paper and the barrels.

He aimed at the prime minister, right at his head, his fingers are shaking, and it’s barely touching the trigger, it never wanted to. With a minute of hesitation, he knew there was no other choice.

BANG.

The prime minister collapses down the stage. It was never an easy decision to made, but he did it. Now, only the barrels remained. Every part of his body is forcing him to do it, everything except for him common sense. He knew he had every intention of killing the prime minister, but getting rid of everyone in the area? That’s not him.

The weather was freezing that night, but that didn’t stop his tears from falling. His fiancé was kidnapped in front of his eyes, and there was nothing he could do. He was useless, he felt useless. Days later, he received this mission if he wants his fiancé back. There was no choice.

Too concentrated in his mission, he never watched his back. The cops were following his trace back from his apartment, and without any notice, he lead the cops here. He decided to abandoned mission and head back home.

Suddenly, in a fraction of a second, he felt numb on his neck, at first, he ignored as he thought he was just a small insect. He continued to pack his belongings but soon noticed the increasing numbness spreading in his body. He couldn’t move his head anymore, soon his hands, and now his whole body.

He knew it was over.

There was a dim of light in the corner; everything was darkness, it was impossible to move. He tried to open his eyes; a ray of light prevented him.

He was caught, he knew it was over.

Suddenly, he felt the warmth on the freezing cold hand of his.

“Jay, it’s me. I came back.”