The truck was driving down highway 9A. In the middle of the desert. It was carrying important cargo. It was to deliver a captured Federal agent to the middle of the Navada desert. The truck was to meet up with another truck from the same terrorist organization. The agent was heavily sedated. His hair had grown long and dirty. He had his back molar missing, because they tortured him to get information out. the terrorist leader went ot the back of the truck.
"Hello my friend." he said in his thick russian accent. The agent just stared at him with milky eyes.
Sun Joon Jin was born in a rich North Korean family. Her father was a very successful General in the Korean People's Army. She could have anything she wanted in her childhood. She had many privileges that many other girls in North Korea did not have. And she was willing to protect herself at all costs. One day, she accidently broke one of her mother's most prized glass figurine. She had fled to another room when her father found out about it. Read more »
“Hurry up!” Melinda hissed.
“I’m hurrying!” I flicked the clasps of the dark case open, rummaging through the different instruments till I found the one I needed, “Got it!”
I handed the small, red, bomb to her, and we raced back from the metal door.
Steel flew everywhere.
“Go, Zoe, I’ll keep watch for him!” Her almond shaped eyes flicked back and forth, harsh with worry.
Flipping over the net of lasers, sashaying through flames bursting around me, missing lethal looking spikes by millimeters.
It all seemed too easy.
Finally, I found the right chamber.
But it was to late.
He was already there.
“Ahh, we meet again, Zoe,” he sneered, his eyes dancing with mischief, his British accent taunting me.
We circled, our arms and legs tense, ready to pounce at the slightest bit of movement from the other.
“We both want it Alex. But this time, I’m going to get it!”
I leapt at him.
Quick as a cat he slipped out from under me. Read more »