Calling all infiltrators, operators and saboteurs: we have another mission for you. Any platoon of oafs with assault rifles and a brain cell between them can storm and capture a location of interest, but how intact it will be after they are finished is another question; bullet fragments and grenade shrapnel tend to make a mess of things, including any computers and filing cabinets full of valuable intel. Some things are much better handled with a deft, maybe even a gentle touch. Perhaps there's a VIP that requires disappearing, or a junction box needs its contents trimmed a tad to cause a little disturbance and draw attention away from a crucial area. Of course sometimes, remaining entirely undetected is not an option. One will need to adapt and get their hands dirty, though still have the good sense to be reasonable and surgical about their movements.
This is where you come in, agent. Your wide variety of skills as a dependable, determined and resourceful asset makes you perfect for the wetwork that is required of you. Light is green, agent. Grab your gadgets, probe for an insertion point, and move with the shadows.
And if it does come down to horseplay, at the very least try not to get blood on your suit.
Contest Rules
1. If upon reading the above, your mind jumps to "spy flick" or "heist movie", you'd be well on the mark. Your character(s) should spend most of their time maneuvering, strategizing, and outsmarting their enemies. Their actions and tactics should show ingenuity and creativity.
2. Use Your Words(TM), be descriptive. Let your reader see what your character(s) sees, help them understand what your character(s) is having to do to remain incognito and show clearly what obstacles they are trying to overcome. Do your best to create tension.
3. All good agents have one thing in common: a nemesis. More likely than not your character(s) will have some sort of determined enemy or a group of people out to hinder them. Whatever their mission is, your character's nemesis will likely have a hand in it.
4. Please keep entries under 2500 words.
Grounds for disqualification
1. Plagiarism.
2. Your entry having no clear connection to the prompt.
3. Gratuitous violence or gore.
4. No explicit sex scenes. Fade to black is fine.
The deadline for RPGC #24 shall be Friday, August 2nd. Please post all entries in this thread, and direct all questions and feedback to my PM box or the associated Discussion thread, and I will gladly answer them.
Please hold off all votes and critiques until the proper thread has been erected for this prompt.
Brown and beige tents were put up in neat rows spiralling away from the big tents in the centre. Soldiers wearing simple bronze chainmail over red leather worked hard to get the camp set up before dusk would settle and lead the way for the evening to come. The air was filled with the smell of moist dirt, sweat and oil; and the sound of talking, shouting and grinding of blades being sharpened.
A soldier walked through the camp, smiling to greetings, saluting superiors. He tried to act naturally, casually, and dropped a bag behind a tent. Without pausing he went in a new direction, his fingers stroking the wood of the handheld crossbow he kept under his cloak. Sure, these people had their Army Destroyer, but his people had been able to downsize crossbows to a more manageable size, without sacrificing a lot of piercing power or range.
His eyes took in the metal-and-wooden structure that was their secret weapon: a moving catapult that was pretty damn accurate and fired big rocks, flaming coal, and flasks of oil at the same time. It was certainly capable of doing a lot of damage, but it wasn’t in the same league as the City Destroyers the dwarves had used during the last war. The Army Destroyer moved slowly, but surely. It was pulled by oxen, but a set of gears made it easier for the animals to pull it. Another thing left behind from the war against the dwarves, who had invented those. Their machines had run on coal and water and hadn’t needed any animals for pulling. That was something humans hadn’t been able to replicate.
Around him soldiers were talking amongst themselves and he listened to the bits and pieces of the stories and complaint, but his attention was focussed on the moving machine. They had just finished making camp and the Army Destroyer was on its way to the designated location. Steve smiled and nodded to one of the enemy soldiers as he passed him, so far no-one had seen through his disguise. The enemy army was large enough for soldiers to know their own unit by name, the closest units by face and some by name, and the rest, well, it was good everyone wore the same uniform. He noticed how some had removed their chainmail, while others kept it on. And aside from those who had to patrol, most seemed to relax and take their time to clean or repair their armour or weapons.
“Hey, from what unit are you?” someone asked.
Steve turned to face him, taking in the scarcely decorated chainmain and clean leather pants. This man hadn’t been marching. He saluted the officer. “Twenty-four blue, sir,” he said.
“And what are you doing here?”
“Delivering a message to the legas of green ten, sir.” He showed the man a closed letter with the name of the legas on it.
The officer subjected him to a scrutinizing look and after a moment held out his hand. “I will take it, report back to your legas.”
“Yes sir.” Steve turned around and walked back, but when he was certain the man wasn’t looking he snuck between some tents and quickly went back in the direction he had been going in before. That was the only letter he had; it was best to avoid being stopped by anyone else. He moved quicker now, he needed to do this before the Army Destroyer would reach its place and come to a halt. He looked at the machine that towered over everything else, still moving steadily.
Only special troops were allowed near the Army Destroyer, but that didn’t matter. His goal was unguarded. He reached the tree closest to the machine and climbed in.
“What are you doing?” one of the enemy soldiers asked.
“Just getting a good view,” Steve replied as he pulled out his crossbow.
“What is that?”
Steve didn’t answer and took aim. There were two confirmed weaknesses. One only worked if the enemy would approach them on the battlefield, but the other was within range. As someone shouted “Hey, stop!” below him, he fired an iron dart. It pierced the air and buried itself in the gears that allowed the machine to move. The gears came to a grinding halt while the gears on the other side still moved, causing the large weapon to turn. For a moment it seemed the large machine would topple, but the drivers managed to stop the oxen in time.
Too bad.
Two hands grabbed his legs and Steve smashed the crossbow against the tree, to make sure the enemy wouldn’t get their hands on his weapon. He didn’t have any more darts with him anyway, he knew before coming here there would be enough time for just one shot. They dragged Steve to a tent and pushed him against a pole. Steve coughed as the blow forced the air from his lungs and took in a deep breath as the soldiers tied his hands behind the pole with a rough rope.
The heavy fabric of the tent let very little light in. It took a moment before Steve’s eyes adjusted to the darkness around him. There were very few items here. A table and a chair at one side, a crate filled with ropes. And three poles, one of which was still empty. His eyes rested on the other prisoner in the tent. They looked at each other but didn’t speak.
***
“Grand commander Bendul,” a man barked as he entered the tent. Judging by the ornaments on his uniform he was a high-ranking officer. Steve silently observed him while he addressed the other prisoner. There was some grey in his black hair and despite the evidence of a good life around his abdomen he seemed to be in good shape. “Is this one of your men?”
“I don’t know all soldiers by face,” Bendul began, but was interrupted by Steve.
“I am. And you must be marshal Doruk.”
The marshal turned to him. “Did you really think that little stunt of you would stop us?”
“It should delay you,” Steve replied, his voice calm and he smiled at the man. “But, to be honest, that was just a message from first major commander Andrus. A warning.”
“Andrus,” Doruk grumbled. “I’ll have his head on a stake.”
“He said that you would say that, and if you would then I had to tell you that his left side is his best side. And that if you would place his head so that the sun is always on the left, he’d make a stunning ornament.”
The grand commander groaned, and the face of the marshal turned red. “I will put his head anyway I want to!” he bellowed, turning around and stomping out of the tent.
“Was that why he sent you?” Bendul asked. “So that you could taunt Doruk in his place?”
“No, sir. I came here to rescue you.”
Bendul let out an amused sound. “That’s not really going according to plan, is it?”
“To be honest, sir,” Steve said, lowering his voice to a whisper as he started wriggling and turning his wrists and plucking the rope with his fingers, “after studying the knots they use a lot, Trevor tied me up with a knot they use most frequent and left food with me, telling me that if I was hungry I had to get it myself. It took me a day, but I found a way to untie myself. Then of course I had to do it again, but faster. Then another knot…”
“That sounds like Trevor,” Bendul sighed. “If he’d still be an officer I would have demoted him for that stunt.”
“But he’s not, and that’s probably why the first major commander requested his assistance. The first major commander didn’t know what Trevor did though.”
“Of course,” Bendul said, but they both knew Andrus knew exactly what Trevor had done.
The ropes fell to the ground. “Maybe it is unethical to tie one of your own up and withhold food from them,” Steve went to the grand commander to untie him, “but it worked.”
Bendul decided to let the matter rest, he would pick it up with Trevor personally when he would be back at their side. “I suppose you have a plan to get us out of here too.”
“Yes, sir.” Steve walked to the back of the tent and lay down on the ground. He lifted the fabric and peered through the opening. Three set of boots marched on the other side of the tent and he waited until they were gone. As far as he could see there weren’t any boots or shadows of people within eye range and he grabbed the bag he had dropped there earlier, pulling it into the tent.
“Missionary cloaks,” he said as he opened the pack. “And two daggers.”
Bendul took the green cloak made of plants and feather and put it on. After he pulled the hood over his head, he turned to Steve who also had the cloak on. “Lead the way.”
Pulling up the hood, Steve opened the tent and stepped outside. When he saw a couple of soldiers he quickly made the blessing symbol with his hand and waited for the grand commander to join him. Together they walked through the camp, their hands clasped as all missionaries seemed to do, their eyes cast to the ground. They managed to walk through most of the camp, giving blessings to those who requested them, but they were stopped by a soldier.
“Missionaries aren’t supposed to be in this part of the camp,” he told them.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Steve said, his hand disappeared in the cloak and his fingers wrapped around the handle of his dagger.
“Show your hands,” the soldier said, putting his own hand on his sword.
With a swift movement Steve drew the blade and lashed out, but the soldier evaded it. Before he could shout for help, Bendul grabbed him and slit his throat from behind. The man grabbed his throat, blood oozing through his fingers, and Steve started to pull him between the tents.
"Hey, you two!”
“Damn,” Steve muttered, dropping the dying soldier. “This way, sir!” He started running through the camp, followed closely by Bendul. He pulled down a stack of crates, dove between some tents and rushed into one of them. Quickly he removed the cloak, pushed it in an open barrel, and grabbed another bag as Bendul removed his cloak too. They ran out the other side, Bendul just a step behind him, and sprinted through the camp, diving into another tent and went for the two soldiers who were drinking beer. Being caught by surprise they couldn’t grab their weapons or shout for help before they were overpowered by the two soldiers. With their daggers they stabbed the soldiers as quickly and silently as they could. Blood mixed with the spilled beer, creating a brown puddle and leaving a strong sour and metallic scent.
Steve panted and gave the bag to Bendul, who opened it and pulled out red fabric. “Enemy uniform. Quick.”
They both cleaned their hands and Steve removed his chainmail while Bendul changed in the red uniform. It was good the blood barely showed on his leather armour; Steve didn’t want to explain how it got there. There were orders being shouted on the other side of the tent and Steve listened to what was going on there.
“You were prepared,” Bendul stated.
“I prepared a few things, yes.”
When Bendul was ready they left the tent, carefully closing the flap so the dead soldiers wouldn’t be noticed instantly. Steve looked at a few soldiers who were searching for them, making sure to hide his worry deep inside and keep a more casual pose, as if he belonged here.
“You two,” one of them said, stepping closer to them. “Did you see any missionaries?”
“I think two went that way,” Steve said, pointing to the north. “Why?”
“They killed one of our men.”
“Quick then!” Steve started running in the direction he had pointed to. “They can’t be far!”
Together with Bendul and a handful of enemy soldiers, Steve lead the search for the two missionaries. They looked in tents and behind barrels, but to no avail. At one of the junctions Steve stopped and turned to the soldiers. “You guys go left, we’ll go right.”
The enemy soldiers nodded and ran to the left. Steve quickly turned right and together with Bendul ran through the camp.
“What’s up?” someone asked.
“Two missionaries killed soldiers!” Steve explained. “We’re looking for them. We must bring all the missionaries to the main tent and confirm their identities. Help us do that.”
The soldiers complied and relayed the orders to other soldiers they came across. Steve watched them disperse and turned to Bendul. “This way, sir.”
They reached the outskirts of the camp and when one of the guards asked what they were doing here, Steve told them they were send on a mission by legas Uli. He wanted to drink tea again. The guard rolled his eyes and with a gesture of his head allowed them to leave the camp. The tea obsession of Uli was well known among the soldiers, Steve had heard a few things about that during his exploration of the camp when the soldiers were still putting it up.
Once they were far enough from the camp, Bendul turned to Steve. “Did you plan for transportation?”
“At the river.”
“And what are the current strategies for the upcoming battle?”
"The first major commander decided that the strategy we used against the City Destroyers will work just as fine now.”
“So, he’s letting his men dig really big holes,” Bendul concluded, using the exact words Andrus had once used when he had proposed the idea for the first time.
“Yes sir, we are preparing trenches.”
Bendul showed his approval by nodding. “Let’s make haste, we have to be a good distance away before they find the missionary cloaks in the barrel and find out two soldiers left the camp.”
Hazel walked up the winding stairs in one of four tower of the castle. She resisted the urge to rest halfway as she didn't want to keep Fox waiting. He had send her a note that he wanted to see her as soon as possible. The wall was full with shooting holes every ten steps there was one. Glancing outside she wished Fox had let her rest after her previous mission. It hadn't been easy to find the vampire that tried to frame a werewolf colony for the murder on human knight Ger nor did he come without a fight. The short note indicated the urgency so here she was, climbing the stairs to his office high up in the tower.
When Hazel reached the top she took a moment to catch her breath before she knocked on the small but sturdy oak door. A small sign next to it was written in a special code that read: 'Secret Service, supernatural division.' A muffled come in sounded through the door and she opened it. She looked right into the brown eyes of Fox. He wasn't tall for a man but still a lot taller then she was. His red hair was starting to grey in some points but his brown eyes where still sharp as ever. “Fox.” she greeted him as she sat down. She tried to brush some of her hazel brown hair behind her ear but it was not long enough to stay there. “Hazel.” he responded as he picked up some pieces of paper. “We have a report that followers of Reitrome are making a move to steal the amulet of Friall.” Hazel gritted her teeth when she heard her least favourite name in the world: Reitrome. The ever elusive Reitrome. Hazel's eyebrows arched as she heard about the amulet. “You mean that amulet that is supposed to be hidden away by the Elementals so it would never fall into the wrong hands?” Fox nodded. “Exactly, that is why I want you on it. You know the amulet and are aware of its dangers. We need to find it and relocate as the Elemental Circle is refusing to relocate it themselves. Hazel nodded and stood up. “Very well, I'll be on my way.” “One second Hazel, this time you are not going alone.” Hazel opened her mouth to protest but closed it as Fox raised his hand. “I know you prefer to work solo but Estelle should be an asset to your mission. Hazel thought for a moment. She had heard of Estelle. A witch that hadn't been around as long as she was but she was friendly and pretty good at the job. A short knock at the door made both Hazel and Fox look at it. Owl came in followed by a woman of average height but still taller then Hazel. The green eyes of the witch locked with Hazels hazel brown eyes before turning to Fox. “I have briefed her.” Owl said as she handed Hazel a shoulder bag. Fox nodded and Owl walked off again. Fox looked at the two agents. “Off you go, good luck.” he said as he waved them out and focussed on a report.
Hazel looked at Estelle and gestured to follow her. She could hear Estelle babbling about the honour of being with her and how excited she was to be paired up with an experienced field agent that Hazel very much tried to tune out. Once they were outside of the tower Hazel looked at Estelle. “You are informed so I keep this short, the last knows location is deep in the forest so we travel quick.” Estelle nodded. “Hazel, right? Shape-shifter?” Hazel nodded curtly. She didn't mention that she was part elemental too, earth elemental to be exact, if her partner didn't know it already she didn't need to know either now. Fox or Owl would have told if it was necessary. Hazel walked over to the stables and took one of the two waiting horses. Once they were in their saddles they let their horses go as fast as it was safe to go.
Hazel slowed her horse down as she reached the Old Oak crossroad, on the left there was a small inn with a stable. Right in front of them was a side arm of the big river. A narrow bridge led into a big and very old forest. There were a few trails but the horses wouldn't be able to go where they needed to go. Hazel and Estelle brought the horses to the inn. “Let's go.” said Hazel. Estelle adjusted her shoulder bag before following suit. Silently they followed a trail. Thick bushes marked the edges of the trails and the path was overgrown with ivy. Hazel looked around, listening carefully. When Estelle made a comment about some broken branches she nearly jumped. It was a good observation but Hazel just wasn't used to have others with her. Estelle smiled at her. “I'm sorry, I'll clear my throat first the next time.” Hazel gave a small smile in return. “No, that's all right.” Hazel said. Estelle's smile widened before her eyes narrowed and looked at a point behind Hazel. Hazel turned but couldn't see anything at first, she then noticed a warning sign nailed on a tree. The symbols weren't that often used but she recognised them. “Beware friend your foe is near.” Hazel read out loud, she frowned. “I would have expected beware danger ahead or something.” The witch shrugged. Hazel and Estelle went of the trail when the passed the triple birch. Hazel took a left at the fallen Oak and a right turn when they reached a birch with a branch looking like a hammer. When they reached a clearing both Hazel and Estelle hid behind a bush to observe. The deserted castle in front of them used to belong to a nobleman who had tried to wield the amulet. The Elemental Circle thought it a good place to keep it hidden after placing traps all over it. They didn't see anything moving so Hazel sat back and opened her bag to look at the things Owl had put in there again and after a quick examination and reorganising she closed the bag again and got up. Silently she sneaked up to the castle. Estelle looked at the big wooden doors and tried it. “Closed.” she whispered. Hazel nodded and took a lock-pick from her bag. A special constructed one as it would fit any lock with air pumped into it. She pumped till she felt the lock-pick could stay in the lock without her holding it and she turned it. The door unlocked with a loud click that made both Hazel and Estelle hunker down briefly. “Let's go” Estelle whispered. Hazel nodded and put her lock away. They went inside and saw a lot of stairs. Estelle pointed to the second from right. “That one.” she said. “I see the eagle mark mentioned in a scroll.” Hazel got up and slowly walked to the stone stairs.
On the top of the stairs Estelle pointed at some paintings. Hazel briefly glanced at them but a movement outside in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She looked trough the window and gasped as she saw a dozen men in Reitrome's colours. She nudged Estelle and pointed at the men. Estelle's eyes widened before she pulled Hazel along. Hazel managed to free her arm from the grip and stopped Estelle. “It's full of traps, we can't hurry like this.” she whispered. Estelle nodded as she slowed down. “Can you cast a spell to mask us?” Hazel asked. Estelle nodded again. “Yes.” she said as she reached inside her bag and chanted words in an ancient language. Estelle blew a powder where they had just walked. “All done.” she said.
“They are in here. Everyone take a stair. Find them before they get to the amulet.” a male shouted. Hazel frowned. They had to hurry. They couldn't go back so they walked on. When they reached a door Hazel tried it. It opened with an awful loud noise that made Hazel flinch. She was sure she could hear footsteps coming closer fast. They quickly went inside and closed the door. Hazel looked around to find something to keep the door closed but couldn't see anything. There was nothing in the room but a few simple chairs and a very rotten table. She reached into her bag again and took out a flask filled with some sort of oil. She smeared it over the door handle. “Ignite it.” she said in a hushed voice. Estelle looked worried. “Do it, it won't burn the castle down but it will melt the doorknob so they cant open it.” “If you say so.” Estelle said not very convinced. She created a very hot spark and ignited the substance. It burned white hot but it was burned up before burning the wood around it leaving the doorknob in a molten mess. “They must be in here, I heard them but I can't open the door.” Hazel could hear on the other side of the door. “Chop it open!” She heard a second voice say and she quickly turned to walk to the far side of the room. “There has to be a way out of here.” Hazel said. Estelle walked around examining all the walls. When the first chop on the door sounded Hazel gritted her teeth and searched for an exit more frantically. Estelle walked to the door and sprayed the door with a strange reeking liquid. Estelle drew a line on the ground between the door posts. After chanting a spell she hasted back to Hazel. “That should slow them down.” Hazel smiled briefly, now glad her partner was a witch. She flinched again when some loud chops and cracks sounded from the door. Hazel went to the window and opened the curtains. Hazel took a small mirror and magnifying glass out of her bag and aimed a sunbeam at the wall trying to find the right spot. “Hurry.” said Estelle as the door shattered. The sunbeam reach a small gem in the wall as the two men chopping the door got caught in Estelle's trap, freezing them. A small door appeared and the two females dashed through it. They hurried through the dimly lit corridor as the sound of shouting men followed them. An iron door was blocking their path but a quick spell from Estelle blasted it right open. They skidded to a halt when they entered a big room. Two other doors lead to that room and a ladder was standing right in the middle. Two men entered through a door “Hurry!” Shouted Estelle. Hazel quickly climbed the ladder and found herself in a small wooden room with only one door. She opened it and carefully looked inside. Two men were standing talking, she could hear them but not see them. Hazel pressed her finger to her lips and Estelle nodded. Silently they sneaked to a dimly lit stairs. Slowly they ascended the stairs. When a step squeaked they both froze but the men kept talking. Hazel let out the breath she didn't realise she was holding and went on. They gasped when the reached the top of the stairs. A narrow rope bridge was suspended over the room and led to a small safe in the centre. Hazel and Estelle carefully made their way across the bridge. When the reached the safe Hazel cracked the safe. The men shouted, pointed to them and they started running towards them. Hazel grabbed the box and sprinted over a rope bridge in another direction. “Blast the window open!” Hazel shouted. Estelle did so but before she could think about what Hazel wanted to do Hazel changed into her Harpy form and flew out of the window with Estelle in her arms and the box in her talons. Hazel landed and shifted back. She grinned and held up the box. Estelle grinned too and attacked Hazel with her magic. Confused Hazel looked up. “Reitrome thanks you Hazel, only an elemental could take it.” Estelle said as she picked up the box. “You know it has to be powered with a life and since you were kind enough to get it for us you should get the honour of activating it.” Dazed Hazel watched Estelle take out a ritual knife and chanting the spell. Hazel slowly gathered her power and rested her hand on the ground. Estelle came near to finish her off and Hazel let ivy shoot out of the ground wrapping around Estelle. Angrily Estelle tried to cut herself free. Hazel gathered strength from the plants around her and jumped up to grab the box. Estelle made the ivy wither and broke free. She shot an energy ball with such force to Hazel that Hazel slammed against a big oak tree. Estelle walked up to Hazel but Hazel shrieked with her harpy voice causing Estelle to flinch, turn away with closed eyes and hold her ears. Hazel closed her eyes and merged with the tree behind her when Estelle wasn't watching. Seconds later she heard footsteps approaching and a male voice furiously giving orders to find the amulet and demanding to know where Hazel had disappeared to. Reitrome. Estelle was whimpering excuses. Exhausted Hazel waited inside the tree till they left, she was safe from Reitrome and magic trying to find her but she couldn't stay here too long or she'd be merged forever. Hazel could hear how they searched high and low for her for hours and how they got increasingly frustrated that they couldn't find her. By nightfall she couldn't hear anyone or sense them on the grass close by. Hazel slowly unmerged with the tree as the tree almost seemed unwilling to let her go. She looked around as she hid behind a bush. Hazel put the box she had in her arms in the shoulder bag and carefully examined the clearing. No one was on this side as far as she could see and hear but she had to be careful. Hazel sneaked to the forest edge and noticed that people had walked there. Hazel decided to follow a different path in the forest with no signs of people on it. She could hear some voices coming in her direction, probably a couple of men left behind to see if she was there. Still sore from the attacks of Estelle she sneaked away from the castle as silently as she could. There was a whole forest between her and her destination and she was sure Reitrome's men were still in the area searching for her and watching the skies.
