Friday, January 29, 2016

Free Write

The cool September wind blew against Tae's back, sending shivers up her spine. She tried to ignore the cold as she focussed on the task at hand. She drudged on, the sooner she made it to the location the better. No idea of what she was getting into, she took a moment to think about the possibilities. She was fairly certain she had finished any major tasks there were laying around, but with her line of work she could never be sure. Tae had been a deep undercover operative, for the CIA in Ukraine. For the sixties, female operatives were extremely uncommon, so Tae did whatever she could to avoid losing the job. She knew nothing about the package she was sent to pick up, but she knew she had to retrieve it.

Tae turned onto the dirty alley she had been sent to, the smell of garbage overwhelming. She looked around on the stained cement, and didn't see anything particularly strange. Then she saw it, a small white bundle laying next to a pile of wood pallets. Cautiously, Tae got closer, trying to get a better look at the package she was sent to pick up. Then, an ear-piercing wail filled the air, and Tae realized what she had been sent to retrieve.

"A baby?!" Tae asked.
"Yes Tae, a baby." John said.
"As my handler you're supposed to tell me about my missions, why would you leave this out?"
"My job is to give you missions, there isn't a rule that says I have to describe them in perfect detail to you"
"John this is not just a detail, this is the mission"
"Well I assumed you would call, so I'll just fill you in now..."
"You assumed right, but John, I know nothing about children."
"Tae, you don't need to know anything, you were sent there to kill it."

Tae slammed the phone into the receiver, angered by the unexpected news. Realizing she had no choice, she went back into the alley and picked up the baby. As it looked up at her, Tae felt a sense of guilt, knowing what she had to do. She carried the baby to the river, and then made a decision that would change her forever... She dropped it into the river. Tears streamed down her face as she turned to go back to the telephone and ask for her next mission.

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