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Thin Man [Jun. 9th, 2006|12:02 pm]
Fast Fiction Friday


[Current Location |Keystone City, KS]
[music |I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys]

It's called folding. Basically, I shift myself into another dimension. It makes me completely undetectable by anything on the planet. My handlers have no idea how I gained this ability. Neither do I.

The security on this guy is laughable. Maybe I'm jaded, but I'm fairly certain I could get in here without my "talent." Alone is his office. Moron.

This isn't teleportation, I still have to make the trip. Teleporters don't live that long, anyway. They tend to 'port in their sleep. Materialize in an object. Like a wall. Very messy.

I was recruited by the agency when I was thirteen. They bounced me around. Had me train with different branches of the military. Delta. S.E.A.L.s. Golden Knights. Even spent eighteen months with a Spetznaz unit.

The blade is sharp. He won't even feel it. The boss wants to send a message. I don't even know why. I unfold. His blood sprays across his desk. I'm out of the building in less than a minute.

They'll get the message. I don't really care-- I'm already looking forward to my next job.