Ever heard of this one?

Disclaimer: I didn't do research (unless you count wikipedia as one). Other then that, this whole thing was written by a very bored person with an overactive imagination.


How long has it been since i entered? The tight confines of the ventilator shaft was making me a little dizzy. But I've been in worser conditions, if only they turned on the airflow system then i might have a little bit of fresher air to breath. I was lucky the shaft did not collapse while i dozed off. If it did, god knows what might have happened to me by now. I turned off the vibration of my wrist watch. It was a fancy little thing. It was something the Security and Intelligence Department came up with, with my suggestion of course. Instead of making an annoying beeping noise, the whole thing would just vibrate on the wearer's wrist until it was switched off.

I maneuvered around the place which was slightly bigger then my shoulder width to move towards one of the grated opening to have a better view of the area beneath me. I would have probably figured there were two to four armed guards in the place. But they would be the least of my problems. If i managed to sneak into the main office on the second floor and get out as quietly as i came, I would pretty much have lived up to my codename.


The office was probably a couple of metres in front of where i was to the left. Piece of cake. Go in, snap a few pictures and get out. I crawled forwards towards my target point, i could hear the shaft bend under my weight as i moved on. Lets just hope i don't meet any old, rusted brackets that might snap due to the age. But what the heck, risks came hand in hand with this job.


As i crawled along to make my way to the office, I released a heavy sigh. Why couldn't i have just taken a desk job? My adventures have taken me this time, to the older streets of Bangkok, at an old warehouse in the district of Klong Toei. Bordered by the Chao Phrayariver with all the port facilities, I suppose no one would notice an illegal arms warehouse. After all, my sources did indicate i was spying on very influential black market dealers from as far as Europe. But that's another story.

I looked down the grated opening i soon approached. Great, I was directly on top of the desk, making my descent down the shaft much easier. It would be like having a stool to step on while brushing your teeth as a kid except in reverse.

Today, I was just gathering intel. No rough-housing, no explosions, no shoot-outs. Unless I had to. Imagine an organisation so secret, no matter what you did, it was just an accident that had nothing to do with me. I silently stepped onto the desk and made myself comfortable on ground. I flexed my fingers and tip-toed a little to stretch the calves then i proceeded with my mission. I took a few photos with my camera. It was slightly larger then a credit card and only double it's width. So I would have scored it very high on portability and weight if i ever did a tech review. A couple of documents left on table and the few pictures that were hanging on the wall. I knew none of them of course, but the one guy that were in all the pictures looked somewhat in between of a mid-easterner and an european. But i couldn't tell much of him in the dark.

The safe wasn't very well kept. I guessed as much that they wouldn't be staying in for long and would be moving operations somewhere else. I carried a couple of handy things in my backpack. Lock-picks, a few frags and NFDDs. Occasionally i would swap them with smokes, but that depended on what i would be doing. I didnt have any experience in picking safe locks, but i do know demolition. I took out a small explosive that would bust open the safe. The sound was another problem, it was as loud a two hands clapping, very loudly i might add. But it was worth the risk. The outside noise of the port would drown out the explosive noise.

After i waved away the small cloud of smoke that appeared after detonating the explosive, i went as quickly as i could to snap pictures of every single thing in there. Invoices, notes, pictures et cetera.

I was about to climb back into my shaft when i heard the distinctive click of a door handle opening. Shit. There I was in the middle of the room stretching out to reach the safety of the ventilation shaft when my enemy is coming through the door in any second. i instinctively dive rolled to the corner of the room and hoped for the best.

Coming in was a relatively tall man in an pinstriped double- breasted suit with a really big guy behind him. His bodyguard i suppose, and i sure wouldn't want to tangle with him. Although i was sure my training in the self defense could have taken him down. I was beginning to sweat as adrenaline began to surge through my body. My right hand was very close to my Five-seveN. Something i trained with while with the commandos. The bodyguard who i named Bobo was just standing there, right in front of me about a metre's length away. I guess i was in thier blind spot while hiding in the corner next to the big metal file cabinet. I was just blessed that pinstripes didnt turn on the lights.

Dont turn around, dont turn around. I said to myself, then Bobo stupidly turned around.

Shit.



(To be continued... o.O Writer got hungry. lol)