He fumed at the request. 'Nature of my emergency?! Hello?! How about I should have been back there 10 hours ago, but I'm still stuck here in enemy territory with that devil and his hellhounds baying at my heels? And don't you think you should have noticed that you left me here!’
Instead he answered, "I need a new exit strategy. Stop."
The young agent mentally growled in frustration at the slow monotone of the disembodied voice.
"Backup was not at exit point, contact was compromised. Stop."
"Rzzpt. . . Registered. . . zzrckt . . One moment . . .for new . . . rrzzz . . . contact. . . inf. . .hisszzz."
The man put the little slip of paper back in his cap as the radio buzzed off into a humming static. He didn't turn it off, but pulled out a small notebook and map from his bag as he gingerly sat down on the cold stones.
As time ticked by, he watched the door and sky nervously, wondering what would catch him first. The men out hunting him or the cold rain threatening to pour from the concrete-colored sky. He rubbed his hands together, puffing a few heated breaths of air into his stiffening fingers. He shivered and pulled up the collar of the jacket as a fine cold mist began to sink down into the air around him.
Say Good Night Mr. Williams (4/10)
I'm the one you left behind
“What Lies Beneath” from the album ‘Dear Agony’ by Breaking Benjamin
"Zzzz-zt. . . Please give. . rrrzzzt . . . your security code. . krzzt . . ."
Eyes quickly opened as he dove for the transmit button. "One. Leaf. Red. Stop"
"Sshzzrt . . . registered . . .-gent MW. . rrzzshzzt . . .state . . .rzt. . . nature . . . of emergency. Stop."
He fumed at the request. 'Nature of my emergency?! Hello?! How about I should have been back there 10 hours ago, but I'm still stuck here in enemy territory with that devil and his hellhounds baying at my heels? And don't you think you should have noticed that you left me here!’
Instead he answered, "I need a new exit strategy. Stop."
"Zzzz-rpt . . . existing . . . rrrrzzrk . . exit contingencies . . . still in effect . . . .krzhiszz. . ."
The young agent mentally growled in frustration at the slow monotone of the disembodied voice.
"Backup was not at exit point, contact was compromised. Stop."
"Rzzpt. . . Registered. . . zzrckt . . One moment . . .for new . . . rrzzz . . . contact. . . inf. . .hisszzz."
The man put the little slip of paper back in his cap as the radio buzzed off into a humming static. He didn't turn it off, but pulled out a small notebook and map from his bag as he gingerly sat down on the cold stones.
As time ticked by, he watched the door and sky nervously, wondering what would catch him first. The men out hunting him or the cold rain threatening to pour from the concrete-colored sky. He rubbed his hands together, puffing a few heated breaths of air into his stiffening fingers. He shivered and pulled up the collar of the jacket as a fine cold mist began to sink down into the air around him.