They sky was a bleak gray and the air was bitterly cold. The only sign of life in the desolate tarmac was a single black helicopter. The ghostly silence made things that much more ominous. Apparently, the city that never sleeps was taking a nap.
I paced down the runway, unsure of what to expect. The closer I got, the more I second-guessed myself. How did I get myself into this.....
“Glad you could make it. Were going to the Pentagon. Once there, you and I are going to the Pentagon to meet with an agent that has been tracking the leader of the SOS, a man going by the name of Haddix, for the last 3 years. Hopefully, he could help us with our search. Are you comfortable with flying?” Colfer asked.
“Ummm sure, I guess. Lets go...”I said. I hoped into the chopper and snapped my safety harness. I adjusted the headset that they had allotted me. Feeling paranoid, I grabbed onto the railing.
Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...
We lifted up with a jolt. The helicopter quickly gained altitude, and before long, we began to hover over the New York skyline.
“So why me?” I asked,” I mean there are a lot of people in the Big Apple.”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but we’ve been following you for a while. We know what you are capable of....” Colfer began.
I stopped him there. I explained what had happened immediately before he found me and how I had not recollection of the events prior to the incident.
“We figured this would happen. You see before the “incident” , you were an undercover cop. You were on an undercover mission and...lets just say things when horribly wrong.” Colfer responded with.
I was about to interject when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I saw the silhouette of a man holding,what seemed to be, grenade launcher.
He walked up the stairs of the iconic 30 Rock building. It was still early and no one what in the building, at least no one that would cause any trouble. He carefully eluded the security guards, which was anything but difficult considering the guard on duty fell asleep by the door to the observation deck.
He gingerly walked around him, being careful not to wake him. He carefully unlatched the latch and scaled up to the “Top of the Rock”.
Being as discreet as possible, he took of his back pack and assemble a firearm closely resembling an RPG. He loaded the grenade into the weapon and took aim. The 6-inch scar spanning over his left eye lined up perfectly with the iron sights.
“Here you go, you whirlybird, “ he said as he slyly grinned. He pulled the trigger.
I paced down the runway, unsure of what to expect. The closer I got, the more I second-guessed myself. How did I get myself into this.....
“Glad you could make it. Were going to the Pentagon. Once there, you and I are going to the Pentagon to meet with an agent that has been tracking the leader of the SOS, a man going by the name of Haddix, for the last 3 years. Hopefully, he could help us with our search. Are you comfortable with flying?” Colfer asked.
“Ummm sure, I guess. Lets go...”I said. I hoped into the chopper and snapped my safety harness. I adjusted the headset that they had allotted me. Feeling paranoid, I grabbed onto the railing.
Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh...
We lifted up with a jolt. The helicopter quickly gained altitude, and before long, we began to hover over the New York skyline.
“So why me?” I asked,” I mean there are a lot of people in the Big Apple.”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but we’ve been following you for a while. We know what you are capable of....” Colfer began.
I stopped him there. I explained what had happened immediately before he found me and how I had not recollection of the events prior to the incident.
“We figured this would happen. You see before the “incident” , you were an undercover cop. You were on an undercover mission and...lets just say things when horribly wrong.” Colfer responded with.
I was about to interject when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I saw the silhouette of a man holding,what seemed to be, grenade launcher.
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Scar walked through Rockefeller Center. He admired the architecture of Manhattan; it was very different that the cityscape of London, his hometown. He knew that he had to stay on task. After all, this is what he was getting paid for.He walked up the stairs of the iconic 30 Rock building. It was still early and no one what in the building, at least no one that would cause any trouble. He carefully eluded the security guards, which was anything but difficult considering the guard on duty fell asleep by the door to the observation deck.
He gingerly walked around him, being careful not to wake him. He carefully unlatched the latch and scaled up to the “Top of the Rock”.
Being as discreet as possible, he took of his back pack and assemble a firearm closely resembling an RPG. He loaded the grenade into the weapon and took aim. The 6-inch scar spanning over his left eye lined up perfectly with the iron sights.
“Here you go, you whirlybird, “ he said as he slyly grinned. He pulled the trigger.
Nice job with the vocabulary Joe! It makes the story very descriptive. Although I have noticed an error in this chapter in the 13th paragraph. It says, "It was still early and no one what in the building,..." I'm assuming you mean No one was in the building so you should watch for that Joe. I also really like the story plot, seems very interesting.
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