This short short story is a quick throw together.  I did it in a hurry and is not my best work.  It is okay though, it is definitely not my worst.  If I had more time to finish it then the ending would not seem like I threw it on there to get the job finished.

 

Communication silence has resumed. This is where all my training comes in to play. Crawling past obstacles, silently walking, and killing without evidence. I learned all of this at the army academy of arts, in actuality they trained people to use as weapons of war. To be able send one of these people into an infested area and knock out all forces in however much time they needed. I have turned into one of those people. One of those people who don’t have feelings, and nobody in the general population knows anything about. We were in the middle of WWIII, the war of advanced technology and weaponry. My mission was to sneak into Japan unnoticed and destroy as much of their “commercial” technology industries as I could before someone catching on. Out of about fifty different buildings, I have successfully sabotaged sixteen in five days. Many more to go. Right now I’m stuck though, I can’t leave the building I’m in. This is a large industrial building with lots of razor wire around it to prevent people from getting in. Luckily the alarm hasn’t gone off, probably because I had rigged it and cut the wires, supplying the electricity. I figured I could get out in the morning even though it would be light out. All I needed to do is find a way out because even though the alarms didn’t go off, the auto lockdown program in the computer system came on forcing all the windows and doors shut and also sliding tempered medal sheets of medal into place around all the exits. Thinking about the academy, I remembered something they taught me. “In times of need, your logic can provide the only means of escape,” says the bald overstressed tactics professor. The memory is so sharp in my mind, the cleanly shaven faces of young men in the small desks, even the rustic smelling cologne of the old professor. “Logic,” I murmured to myself. I looked around and saw a big interior looking like an old industrial factory. At least if they got in from bypassing the lockdown, they would sure have a hard time finding me. The next thing I decided was to scope out the place. On the west side of the building are offices, were I found a low caliber glock, which is nothing compared to my desert eagle but I figured that I didn’t matter because a gun is a gun and it just means I have a backup gun. Adjacent to the offices are some picnic tables probably for taking breaks and smoking or eating. Most of the middle and east side of the plant is machines, big machines. The type of machines that reach up to the ceiling, and in these buildings, equals about five stories high. Suddenly I heard a pounding and a scraping that came from one metal door sliding open. “Oh no” I thought, “They noticed the lockdown.” Quickly I scrambled toward one of the machines and whipped out my desert eagle and pushed the hammer back silently. Two men who were obviously Japanese walked though the door. I quickly pulled the trigger four times. Two shots per man. After hearing two “thops” on the ground I ran silently for the door, before it gets closed again. Nametags on their uniforms quickly entered my mind as ran past them. “Janitors, their janitors just making sure it was a false alarm” I though quickly. I darted out the door with all my strength. Running like never before, just like another professor had told us. All of the sudden everything stopped. No more factories in the distance, no more bridges, houses or anything. There are just bright lights on the top of the white room. “What’s going on?” I shouted nervously, “Where am I?” The bright lights dimmed and I could make out a window near the top of the room with some people in lab coats that were talking. They finally selected a leader to talk to me and he pushed his slightly wrinkled face towards the microphone and said, “Congratulations, you’ve passed.”