Action: Spy Fiction
Chapter Two: I May Be A Spy But Weather Can Kick My Butt Any Day
I and almost everyone else is the world takes life for granted. I didn't realize how good I had it until something hit our jet which immediately caught on fire. Years of training for disasters like this kicked in. I was on high alert looking for the nearest exit. My dad was already at one with two parachutes. Dang it. How could he have possibly have gotten those that fast? This would not seem impressive. Our pilot was already trying desperately to control the jet. It was like he wasn't afraid of those flames engulfing him. Dad nudged me to go.
As a spy, we help get information from the enemy that will help our government. It has recently occurred to me that we rarely save lives. It seemed that our only mission was to survive and retrieve. Instead of jumping out the jet, I pushed my dad down where the ocean was below us. He looked startled and shocked da my actions.
Quickly, without wasting time, I tried pulling our pilot, Nathan, from the control room. He was fighting and kicking with all of his might but i have been trained in combat for too long. He couldn't possible compare to my skills. "Come on," I detto while keeping a tight grip arm. "If te don't leave now then we will both die!" That almost seemed to shock him out of this desperate attempts. He reluctantly let me drag him out the door.
The flames were already covering the entire jet. The door was almost surrounded da the blazing hot flames. It was too late to get Nathan a parachute. With a tight grip around Nathan's waist, I leaped out of the door. "My jets, my beautiful jet," Nathan detto crying. I felt bad for him. He was almost forty and had invested his life in that jet.
The slapping of the winds momentarily detracted me from pulling the parachute line down. If it wasn't for the water below, I might have never come to the realization that I needed to pull down that cord. As we parachuted goths ocean, dad was frantically waving his hands from the sea. He was either signaling for us to drop here o he couldn't swim. I believed the first one more. My dad could do anything.
A sudden gust of wind blew Nathan and me farther away from the ocean and dad. The wind became più and più violent as we were blown away. I couldn't see dad anymore. In fact, we were too far away now that I couldn't even see the ocean. All I saw was green erba and a few cows. Nathan was freaking out now. He was terrified of being Lost and only having an 18 anno old spy for protection. Apparently, I wasn't skilled enough to protect a 'respected man of society'.
When we finally landed, I couldn't see much. It was much foggier then I thought. There were some cows but nothing that could really see. I knew if the were cows nearby that there had to be a farm. It wouldn't be sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza to go looking for a farm o people in this weather but I couldn't sit still and do nothing. Nathan was no help. He was on the ground clutching his legs while rocking back and forth. If he was sucking his thumb and crying for his mommy then I who'd have most likely left him stranded there. I am a lot of things but a babysitter is not one of them. Seeing as there was no other way out of this, I began trudging what I believed to be north. If it wasn't for the constant mooing of the cows then I would have been certain that I was in the middle of nowhere.
"Ms. McKenna," detto Nathan as he ran to catch up with me. "Why don't te use end of those fancy spy gadgets and contact someone to get us out of here?"
"I left it on the plane," I detto quietly to myself. What kind of spy would leave her own weapons on a burning plane?
"Oh, well since we are Lost we will have to resort to cannibalism. If it helps, I volunteer te as the first meal," Nathan declared. "How do te taste raw?"
A man with a light flashed around until he saw us. I was hoping it was my dad. It turned out to be a stranger. He had a flash light on us as he picked pace. It was still daylight s I was able to read the expression on his face. His gorgeous face. "What are te to doing out here? Follow me." My espionage skills kicked in. A stranger could be an enemy. If I planned to get us of here, then I had to go with him. I needed to be on high alert and acknowledge very little detail like his facial expressions to how he was sanding. Those kind of things were important if he was the enemy. "Where is Byron?" He asked as Nathan and I walked alongside him. He knew my dad. He could still be an enemy.
"Somewhere," I mumbled.
"McKenna Taylor Armstrong tell me where he is if te want to save him." He stared sternly at me. The astonishment of someone using my full name must have registered on my face.
"Last I saw him, he was floating in the ocean." We reached his rusted pickup truck in moments. "Might I ask who te are?"
"Darrell Stones. I am working with your dad this year. I was sent to find you. Apparently, the school was sent a warning that your plane was ambushed. te aren't that far from the school." Nathan got into the backset while I was in the front. Darrell had sky blue eyes, a naturally pouty bottom lip, and the most shiniest brown hair I have ever seen. He was pretty hot.
"So where are te taking me now? We need to go find my dad," I said.
"That is important but I found on Armstrong and fit now I need to get te to safety." He wouldn't look directly at me. He kept his eyes focused on the road. That was something odd that I noticed.
"What do te mean? I am safe. We should be focusing on finding me dad."
"You haven't heard have you?" This time he briefly glanced at me.
"Heard what?"
Chapter Two: I May Be A Spy But Weather Can Kick My Butt Any Day
I and almost everyone else is the world takes life for granted. I didn't realize how good I had it until something hit our jet which immediately caught on fire. Years of training for disasters like this kicked in. I was on high alert looking for the nearest exit. My dad was already at one with two parachutes. Dang it. How could he have possibly have gotten those that fast? This would not seem impressive. Our pilot was already trying desperately to control the jet. It was like he wasn't afraid of those flames engulfing him. Dad nudged me to go.
As a spy, we help get information from the enemy that will help our government. It has recently occurred to me that we rarely save lives. It seemed that our only mission was to survive and retrieve. Instead of jumping out the jet, I pushed my dad down where the ocean was below us. He looked startled and shocked da my actions.
Quickly, without wasting time, I tried pulling our pilot, Nathan, from the control room. He was fighting and kicking with all of his might but i have been trained in combat for too long. He couldn't possible compare to my skills. "Come on," I detto while keeping a tight grip arm. "If te don't leave now then we will both die!" That almost seemed to shock him out of this desperate attempts. He reluctantly let me drag him out the door.
The flames were already covering the entire jet. The door was almost surrounded da the blazing hot flames. It was too late to get Nathan a parachute. With a tight grip around Nathan's waist, I leaped out of the door. "My jets, my beautiful jet," Nathan detto crying. I felt bad for him. He was almost forty and had invested his life in that jet.
The slapping of the winds momentarily detracted me from pulling the parachute line down. If it wasn't for the water below, I might have never come to the realization that I needed to pull down that cord. As we parachuted goths ocean, dad was frantically waving his hands from the sea. He was either signaling for us to drop here o he couldn't swim. I believed the first one more. My dad could do anything.
A sudden gust of wind blew Nathan and me farther away from the ocean and dad. The wind became più and più violent as we were blown away. I couldn't see dad anymore. In fact, we were too far away now that I couldn't even see the ocean. All I saw was green erba and a few cows. Nathan was freaking out now. He was terrified of being Lost and only having an 18 anno old spy for protection. Apparently, I wasn't skilled enough to protect a 'respected man of society'.
When we finally landed, I couldn't see much. It was much foggier then I thought. There were some cows but nothing that could really see. I knew if the were cows nearby that there had to be a farm. It wouldn't be sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza to go looking for a farm o people in this weather but I couldn't sit still and do nothing. Nathan was no help. He was on the ground clutching his legs while rocking back and forth. If he was sucking his thumb and crying for his mommy then I who'd have most likely left him stranded there. I am a lot of things but a babysitter is not one of them. Seeing as there was no other way out of this, I began trudging what I believed to be north. If it wasn't for the constant mooing of the cows then I would have been certain that I was in the middle of nowhere.
"Ms. McKenna," detto Nathan as he ran to catch up with me. "Why don't te use end of those fancy spy gadgets and contact someone to get us out of here?"
"I left it on the plane," I detto quietly to myself. What kind of spy would leave her own weapons on a burning plane?
"Oh, well since we are Lost we will have to resort to cannibalism. If it helps, I volunteer te as the first meal," Nathan declared. "How do te taste raw?"
A man with a light flashed around until he saw us. I was hoping it was my dad. It turned out to be a stranger. He had a flash light on us as he picked pace. It was still daylight s I was able to read the expression on his face. His gorgeous face. "What are te to doing out here? Follow me." My espionage skills kicked in. A stranger could be an enemy. If I planned to get us of here, then I had to go with him. I needed to be on high alert and acknowledge very little detail like his facial expressions to how he was sanding. Those kind of things were important if he was the enemy. "Where is Byron?" He asked as Nathan and I walked alongside him. He knew my dad. He could still be an enemy.
"Somewhere," I mumbled.
"McKenna Taylor Armstrong tell me where he is if te want to save him." He stared sternly at me. The astonishment of someone using my full name must have registered on my face.
"Last I saw him, he was floating in the ocean." We reached his rusted pickup truck in moments. "Might I ask who te are?"
"Darrell Stones. I am working with your dad this year. I was sent to find you. Apparently, the school was sent a warning that your plane was ambushed. te aren't that far from the school." Nathan got into the backset while I was in the front. Darrell had sky blue eyes, a naturally pouty bottom lip, and the most shiniest brown hair I have ever seen. He was pretty hot.
"So where are te taking me now? We need to go find my dad," I said.
"That is important but I found on Armstrong and fit now I need to get te to safety." He wouldn't look directly at me. He kept his eyes focused on the road. That was something odd that I noticed.
"What do te mean? I am safe. We should be focusing on finding me dad."
"You haven't heard have you?" This time he briefly glanced at me.
"Heard what?"
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store successivo door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say pecora, pecore Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. Rock on them. Yeah, I Amore the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with pecora, pecore that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into pecora, pecore Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coca Cola left from an anno fa shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or te shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, o things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if te die from laughter, o possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Cioccolato coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I Amore Harry Potter
o was it mela, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Cioccolato coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I Amore Harry Potter
o was it mela, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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