The Pink Flamingo
It started off like any other job; crashing through
something with my GLOCK 22 drawn. Check left. Check right. Check forward.
Nothing. Not even a single alarm was triggered. Either I was getting good or
someone didn’t know the true value of the prize I sought.
If Intel was right, the figurine would be fifty meters in front of my present location. This was going to be a cakewalk. I crept meter by meter keeping an eye out for some hidden danger, making sure that my firearm were ready if need be. I holstered the gun as I looked at the pillar that stood no more than ten meters in front of me now and atop it sat my boon. I was almost within arm’s reach now. The color was intoxicating even from this distance and, as if by instinct, I reached out for the Flamingo. My fingertips were centimeters from it when all of a sudden my cheek met the floor quite intimately.
A bit surprised, I sprang back up as fast as I could and drew my gun. I pointed it at the shadows and did a quick scan. Nothing. Deceivingly calm.
“It is not for you, Stranger. Go home!”
The high pitched voice seemed to echo all around me giving away nothing of its position. I inched closer to the pillar’s overhead light, still scanning for the enemy.
“The Pink Flamingo will be mine!” I shouted, hoping to get a rise.
A flash of black and violet streaked past me on the left. I swung my gun around and squeezed off a round, but it was already too late to hit it, whatever it was.
“It belongs to no one, least of all you!”
It was heading straight for me now with samurai sword drawn and ready to do some serious damage. Too bad I wasn’t willing to lose a limb. I rolled right and watched as it stopped just in front of the pillar. The ninja stood rigid, not bothering to turn and face me. Instead it decided that giving me a view of its cottontail and long ears was enough for it.
“Screw this,” I told it as I pointed the barrel at its head. “I’ve worked too hard for this and nobunny is gonna stop me from getting my prize.”
The ninja turned slowly, not caring that its life was in my hands. “I am no ordinary rabbit, Thief. I am a member of the Purple Bunny Ninja Assassin League and I was ordered to terminate any who dare steal the Flamingo.”
The annoyance was now fully facing me and its damned sword was raised again and ready for battle. Sighing, I pulled the trigger and the assassin crumbled to the floor. Ah, the joys of modern convenience. Sidestepping the corpse, I smiled as I grabbed the Pink Flamingo and tucked it into my jacket. Another successful score.
What do you think?
If Intel was right, the figurine would be fifty meters in front of my present location. This was going to be a cakewalk. I crept meter by meter keeping an eye out for some hidden danger, making sure that my firearm were ready if need be. I holstered the gun as I looked at the pillar that stood no more than ten meters in front of me now and atop it sat my boon. I was almost within arm’s reach now. The color was intoxicating even from this distance and, as if by instinct, I reached out for the Flamingo. My fingertips were centimeters from it when all of a sudden my cheek met the floor quite intimately.
A bit surprised, I sprang back up as fast as I could and drew my gun. I pointed it at the shadows and did a quick scan. Nothing. Deceivingly calm.
“It is not for you, Stranger. Go home!”
The high pitched voice seemed to echo all around me giving away nothing of its position. I inched closer to the pillar’s overhead light, still scanning for the enemy.
“The Pink Flamingo will be mine!” I shouted, hoping to get a rise.
A flash of black and violet streaked past me on the left. I swung my gun around and squeezed off a round, but it was already too late to hit it, whatever it was.
“It belongs to no one, least of all you!”
It was heading straight for me now with samurai sword drawn and ready to do some serious damage. Too bad I wasn’t willing to lose a limb. I rolled right and watched as it stopped just in front of the pillar. The ninja stood rigid, not bothering to turn and face me. Instead it decided that giving me a view of its cottontail and long ears was enough for it.
“Screw this,” I told it as I pointed the barrel at its head. “I’ve worked too hard for this and nobunny is gonna stop me from getting my prize.”
The ninja turned slowly, not caring that its life was in my hands. “I am no ordinary rabbit, Thief. I am a member of the Purple Bunny Ninja Assassin League and I was ordered to terminate any who dare steal the Flamingo.”
The annoyance was now fully facing me and its damned sword was raised again and ready for battle. Sighing, I pulled the trigger and the assassin crumbled to the floor. Ah, the joys of modern convenience. Sidestepping the corpse, I smiled as I grabbed the Pink Flamingo and tucked it into my jacket. Another successful score.
What do you think?