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By: Michael Kane
I am no one merely a flitting shadow in the corner of your vision, until I strike. I was never born yet I died twice. These are my memoirs so that someone may finish my work if I should fail my most perilous mission.
March 13th 2009,
I awoke to the acrid smell of cleaning solution, the feel of steel on my back, and the blinding glare of halogen bulbs. I shouldn't have awoken at all I was filled with enough barbiturates to kill a rather large bear all the did was slow me down a little. That's the traditional problem with creating a super solider I suppose if it turns against you you have made it very hard to kill. I remembered nothing but the dream I had while I was under. I saw a man in a white suit sleeping in a pool of blood it was so peaceful. I stood up and looked around the room, as my eyes fell on the mirror I remembered something
February 29th 1996,
"In and out slowly." the guy on the other side of the line reminded me, that guy was beginning to piss me off, you would think I didn't know how to conduct an assassination. I steadied my grip on the rifle widening my stance and then, my mark was gone. "WHAT HAPPENED!" my spotter screamed I was already looking around for the mark or more truthfully what made him disappear. I found it, a slight flicker of distortion as it moved "camfoil" I whispered as I pulled the trigger. Two things happened I fired watching the mark reappear and I heard my spotter wince into his microphone. "I'm hit, nerve agent I think" Stupid amateur I thought as I heard a man behind me making enough noise to shame an elephant charging me from behind
hey michael!
i already like this a whole lot. i really like the opening paragraph before the entries, and the whole diary style i think fits the theme really well. i'm curious where this will end up going.
more! i'm intrigued...