The Mission

 I took a creative writing class  a while ago. I have decided that I am going to publish the assignments I had as inspiration to continue writing here.

The Mission

Having received the orders, the operative exited the building to execute his instructions.  He leapt into a hood slide before entering his sleek black vehicle. He knew time was of the essence. The powerful engine came to life after turning the key in the ignition. Revving the engine once he threw the car into gear and sped off into the night.  Picking up packages was one of the many services performed for the family.  His mission was important to one of the heads of the family.  He drove carefully as not to attract any undue attention. He checked his rear view mirrors constantly for anyone that may be following him too close.  As the saying goes “You aren’t being paranoid if they are really after you.” Traffic was heavy for this time of night, but he switched lanes to edge himself to his destination faster.  He swerved around a large truck as he arrived at the checkpoint. There he acquired currency, the kind his supplier would accept, hard green cash.  Gunning his engine once again he drove out into the dark streets to make his way to the pick-up point. He took a hard u turn down a back alley and crossed a parking lot, a shortcut that had never failed. Turning into mainstream traffic he followed his normal route. He knew he was getting close when he made the turn at the old church. Moments later he pulled up in front of the storefront to make the exchange and retrieve the package. He entered the building quietly as not to draw the attention of the others and met with his contact. After the usual exchange of challenge and password, the operative took custody of the package. He gave his contact a brief nod, then returned to his vehicle securing the package for the return back to headquarters. The return route had fewer twists and turns making for a shorter return trip.  He came screeching to a halt in front of his final destination, grabbing the package and exiting his vehicle. With a chirp on his key fob indicating that his car was secure. He unlocked the front door. As he entered the house he yelled out “I’m back with the food, and I got the extra wonton soup. Let’s eat.