The Hunt

	
	"Walter! Walter Get your butt down here!" My wife shouted. She kept shouting 

until her voice cracked. She was waiting at the bottom of the stair tapping 

the railing post by her foot. Finally, she fussed up and stormed up the stair.

"For the last time, get down here now!" She managed to shout without cracking. 

"Ok, Ok! I heard you, sorry" I mumbled as I came out of my room. Dressed in 

hunting clothes and heavy boot that made thumping noise every time I took a 

step on the hard waxed floor. "I look stupid" he muttered. My wife heard me. 

"What was that?" " Hmm... nothing" I whisper while keeping my head down. 

My wife prodded me outside to her brand new off-road truck.

	
	"It was always like this, getting all ready for the hunt," I thought.

Often my wife would not let me do anything. I'm just sitting in the truck 

waiting for my wife to finish loading the truck for the cottage. She finally 

slapped the side of the truck twice to let me know she is all ready to go. 

Some wife and husband bonding. I thought. The main reason why I have to do 

this is that she always says it'll make a man out of me. I wanted to be a man,

at least for once. My wife just came in the truck and started up the truck. 

"Ok boy, let's roll!" and slammed the door. It was the same thing she said, 

for years and years. I just drove off.

	

	With my wife being right seat driver, we got to the cottage. My wife

told me not to unpack, but to get the hunting equipment ready. I got my own 

knife, .50-. 50 remating rifle, and some food. "Hey Walter, wait for me! I'm 

going to start up the generator to warm up the cottage when we get back!" The 

shout came behind the cottage. "Now, I don't want you to go off wandering in 

the wood!" she added. "Yes dear!" I shouted back. I looked down on my knife 

and took it out and started sharping it. The generator started humming...

	

	... The Knife began to glow white hot. It was vibrating now. I put it

away in my army vest's pocket. I checked my time.  I was dropped in a forest.
 
I was waiting for a mission. The cybernaction eye implant in my eyes suddenly
 
beamed out an image. It was an image of a lower rank soldier with hand-held 

computer in his hand. "Sir, Captain Mitty, there is a reported bogey in this 

sector. We believe this bogey is a machine that escaped from the army testing
 
ground nearby. We sent a team out to capture it a while ago. The team was 40 

men-strong, all equipped with latest weapons. They all disappeared, but traces 

of blood and the weapons were left at the point of last known location. Your 

mission is to destroy it, do not capture it alive. Its not worth it to get killed 

capturing it alive, and----*"


	"Cap!" The image of the pervious officer was shattered and replaced 

by his soldier. "Cap. Mitty! I got a blip; he's here in sector 34-57. Moving 

fast about 30 clicks a min! It's coming our way! What can we do?" The soldier 

ragged off all the information of the bogey. He was new on this. It was his 

first real combat experience. "Silence, I am Captain Walter Mitty, I do not 

need any help or back-up. I can take him alive!" I Ordered. "But sir the order?" 

"NO! I will take care of it I'm the Captain!" I ended the argument.

	

	Pocketa-pocketa-pocketa ... Whirr ... The sound came closer. "Pretty 

quick for a machine" I said with a sly voice. I took out my knife, as the 

sound grew stronger. Whirrr! Pocketa! The tree behind me fell down, and I 

turned around to face my foe for the showdown. The knife vibes more loudly 

now. The machine was at least triple of a small APC. But the sound of 

Pocketa-pocketa warned me it did not seem to be working right. I discarded 

my knife for a stick lying on the ground.

	

	Armed with a stick, I jumped on the raving machine. I spotted a 

problem through the open access panel. There was two metal gears slipping out
 
of its gear. With all my strength I stick in the gear, and suddenly the 

machine stopped, and started again, but under my control. "Captain Mitty! 

You did it! Unbelievable!" The young inexperience officer was raging over 

the intercom set. "Easy, easy boy. All in days' work, after all I am Captain 

Walter Mitty!" I scoffed....

	
	A hand clasped on my shoulder and I jump with a startle. "What on 

world are you doing? Running off without me?" my wife, shouted at me. 

"Sorry my dear" I bowed my head. I looked down and away from my wife's cold 

stare and draw the knife again. Hmmm... My wife inched away from me.

BY: Jay Kirkwood in OAC english class in '97 it was a crappy class