Black Ops
| Original Status: | I would like my Facebook friends to comment on this status, sharing how you met me. But I want you to LIE. That's right, just make it up. After you comment, copy this to your status, so I can do the same. |
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| Prose: | "I'm ready." |
| I spoke those two words into my earpiece, knowing well that I only half-heartedly believed them. All the training in the world cannot prepare anyone for their first real mission in deep cover. The only force keeping my emotions... in check was the shot of dexamethasone I had taken as per my instructions. | |
| "Mission is ago," said the female voice on the other end of the line. | |
| I had never actually seen Operative Sigma Eta before; her voice had been the only available representation of her identity. Her contacts had provided us with the intel on the location of the package, but I was not entirely sure I could trust her, or the people she trusted. Still, the operation did not depend on my personal feelings. I had been given orders, and I intended to carry them out. | |
| "Proceed to Location Alpha," she said casually, as if reading a grocery list. "If all goes as planned, I will be there at approximately 1930 hours." | |
| "Roger." | |
| Her demeanor reassured me somehow. I knew that she had extensive experience in the field, and having that edge made me even more resolute. I knew, however, that when we met for the first time, I could not give away any indication of my own feelings. | |
| I scanned the runway ahead of me one last time, and then began to run. |
