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I crouched in the shadows of a tall skyscraper in Shanghai, China. My well-trained, gray eyes were traveling around looking for any signs of movement. Construction workers were working across the street. A few cars went by, but the street is largely deserted. This is a strange commodity in Shanghai, especially during evening rush hour.
No matter. The less people around, the better.
I’m on an important assignment for the French government. A terrorist had broken into a high-security building and stole a data chip. Unfortunately that data chip had every last little detail of France’s defense systems. Being the best Special Agent the country had to offer, I was sent to get it back. I always love to help out my home country, no matter how small the contribution is.
And besides, I hate terrorists.
It’s not my fault that I hate them. If I wanted to get very immature I could say that they started it. A long time ago a few terrorists flew a plane into the apartment complex where I lived with my mom, dad, and uncle. They all died. Then six years ago, a friend of mine in America was killed when another bunch of terrorists flew a plane into the World Trade Center. Terrorists have cost me my family, my fiend, and almost my life.
I looked around again. Good, nobody there. Time to get to work.
I kneeled on the cold, wet grass and started to unzip my trusty knapsack. I never leave home without it. It contains all of my tools: grenades, ropes, chains, handcuffs, sub-machine gun…you name it, it’s in there. There’s only one time I forgot it and I have never been so scared in my whole life.
Anyway, I dug around in the bag’s depths until I found my harpoon gun. I took it out and stood up, aiming the gun at the top of the skyscraper. I only had one shot because a miss would alert Bu Shing, my quarry. The one who murdered my family.
Taking a deep breath, I fired the harpoon.
Clank. The harpoon hit the roof. I tugged the rope a few times. It held tight. Dropping the now-useless harpoon gun, I took a deep breath and started to climb. If anybody saw me, they’d hopefully think I’m just a window-washer.
About five minutes of climbing left me halfway up. Okay, I wasn’t really climbing. More like running upward. Even my perfectly in-shape body had a hard time completing this task without a break. So I stopped to catch my breath. As I breathed in through my nose, I looked around. Skyscrapers loomed all around me. Birds flapped by. The setting sun was sinking ever so slowly behind the monstrosity I was climbing. The surrounding buildings were just starting to turn on their interior lights.
STOP DWADDLING!!! The business side of me shouted, startling me out of my observations. YOU HAVE A MURDEROUS TERRORIST TO FIND!!! With that final phase, I resumed my vertical marathon.
Another five minutes later, I was in front of a large window. It was locked from the inside. But that was no problem. I reached into my pocket and found by handy pocketknife. I opened the screw blade and began to unscrew the screws holding the window pane in place. I could’ve just kicked the window in right then and there, but that would’ve brought security. I wasn’t really in the mood to tangle with security.
My fast fingers unscrewed the pane in two minutes flat. Somehow, the window pane stayed in its place. I realized that the only way to get through that window was to kick it in.
Groaning inwardly, I began swinging back and forth and my rope, wincing whenever the metal harpoon scraped the skyscraper peak. If the metal hook keeping me up in the air became detached…no, can’t think about that. My main priority is to get inside.
After about three swings, I calculated that the speed at witch I would hit the glass would be sufficient. Praying that security wouldn’t come a-running, I gave one more swing and kicked the window in.
It went better then I expected. The pane didn’t shatter on impact; it actually flew across the hallway and into the wall, then it shattered with an almighty CRASH!! The shards of glass sprayed all over the place, including hitting me in the face a few times. I lifted my arm and pressed myself against the building to shield myself, but there was no need: by the time I had done the procedure, the shards had stopped flying around.
Cautiously I poked my head into the hallway and looked both ways. Dark. No cameras. No alarms. No security guards. Excellent. Exhaling deeply, I clambered over the windowsill and entered the hallway. Something gave a crack and I whirled around, gun at the ready, to meet only shadow. Looking down, I discovered that the noise was only the sound of me stepping on the shattered pieces of glass. Putting my gun back in its holster, I began walking down the corridor.
I’m coming for you Bu Shing, I thought murderously. You’ll pay for killing my parents. And for stealing the French Defense data chip as well.