A Hero's Journey-- Part 7

Heero pulled the necessary equipment from his bag. He was surprised that he had slipped through the compound’s security as easily as he had. It did very little about his sense of unease regarding the success of the pending assassination attempt.

The whole affair still bothered him. Why would anyone chose now to strike against such a prominent figure? What was to be gained by such a strike?

He shook his head. Also, the fact that he had been offered the assignment was troubling. ‘Who is this guy?’ Heero wondered for the hundredth time.

‘Focus on the mission, Yuy,’ he told himself, quickly assembled the needed apparatus.

He studied the target above him. According to his data, the room was unoccupied. With practiced aim, he swung the grappling hook up and snagged on the edge of the balcony.

A few hard tugs affirmed that the line was secure. He climbed up the rope and swung over the balcony. Crouching, he retrieved the hook and the rope.

With quick movements, the gear was stored back into the bag. He retrieved his gun, satisfied with its readiness. A glance over the balcony’s edge revealed no sentries.

‘You owe me,’ Heero thought, now on one knee against the wall of the house.

The doors were opened in a matter of seconds, the locks requiring little work. He entered the room, his eyes searching for any signs of danger. Sensing movement, he immediately turned and aimed his gun.


Part VII Heero pulled the necessary equipment from his bag. He was surprised that he had slipped through the compound’s security as easily as he had. It did very little about his sense of unease regarding the success of the pending assassination attempt. The whole affair still bothered him. Why would anyone chose now to strike against such a prominent figure? What was to be gained by such a strike? He shook his head. Also, the fact that he had been offered the assignment was troubling. ‘Who is this guy?’ Heero wondered for the hundredth time. ‘Focus on the mission, Yuy,’ he told himself, quickly assembled the needed apparatus. He studied the target above him. According to his data, the room was unoccupied. With practiced aim, he swung the grappling hook up and snagged on the edge of the balcony. A few hard tugs affirmed that the line was secure. He climbed up the rope and swung over the balcony. Crouching, he retrieved the hook and the rope. With quick movements, the gear was stored back into the bag. He retrieved his gun, satisfied with its readiness. A glance over the balcony’s edge revealed no sentries. ‘You owe me,’ Heero thought, now on one knee against the wall of the house. The doors were opened in a matter of seconds, the locks requiring little work. He entered the room, his eyes searching for any signs of danger. Sensing movement, he immediately turned and aimed his gun.


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