Creed - January 20, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "creed". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out]

Creed - Squiddy Geiger - January 20, 2012

Ted walked through the living room toward the kitchen, ignoring the grumbles of the kids as he blocked their view of the television, briefly. He got a drink, and returned to his room, with similar grumbles along the way.

His boss wanted this by tomorrow, he had no time to consider anything else. He searched the internet for clues, digging deep into obscure corners, rummaging around for the tiniest hint that would lead him to his goal.

He was good at his job, very good. It's why his boss paid him so much. He'd been doing this job for a long time, nobody could match him. His search took him to exotic places - at least, online.

Finally, he found the missing piece. The little bastard thought he could hide there? Ted sighed in disappointment. It was too easy. He quickly typed the clues up into a brief report, and prepared it for dispatch.

He paused, waiting for his mind to finish the usual back and forth between right and wrong, good and evil. It would end with being sent, it always was, but he went through the motions of letting his mind hash it out.

He didn't do the dirty work - someone else would carry out the sentence; he just found the target. He always found the target. He had only one rule: complete the mission.

He wondered idly if his kids would be so dismissive if they knew what he really did for a living. He shrugged. The guy was guilty. He pressed the button that sent the report to Murderous Intent. Mission complete.

Posted by Squiddy at January 20, 2012 08:30 PM | TrackBack