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Happy New Year…BANG (Furious Fiction)

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Below is a Furious Fiction written for the AWC in January 2020 – Enjoy!

 

Happy New Year… BANG

“Three, Two, One! Happy New Year!” Cheering echoed through the city.
“Cue the fireworks,” Elliot chirped beside me, as the sky lit up. I peeled my eyes away from the spectacular display in my binoculars, and focused on our target instead.
“New Years Eve is perfect for this type of mission,” Elliot said.
As I pulled the binoculars down, he moved to his sniper perch.
“Nobody hears the shot when all the fireworks are booming,” He flashed a side smile in my direction. “It’s just serendipity that our target is in the city tonight.”
I sighed and pulled down the eye glasses, watching as he set up the long-range sniper rifle.
“Do you ever feel bad?” I asked.
Elliot chuckled, then turned to face me, “You knew what this gig was, why feel bad now?” He frowned and continued setting up the rifle.
“This mission is in the high double digits for me, maybe I’ve done enough.”
Elliot paused then let go of the gun, his voice now a whisper, “Careful what you’re saying Stella, the walls have ears.”

As he turned back to the rifle again, I glanced around the room.
‘Good reasons don’t always mean good actions’
My mothers the words from childhood echoed through my thoughts.
Maybe it was time for me to get out.
I spotted the emergency burner phone sticking out from one of the gear bags, and I checked again on Elliot. As he stared through the sniper scope, I silently slipped the phone into my pocket.

This target was supposed to be a traitor, but there was no concrete proof. It was as good a person as any, to warn of the impending consequences.
Fireworks continued to crack above us and I pulled out the secure phone, unlocking it. I typed in the number, then a warning message and took in a deep breath, hitting the button and sharing the assassination plans.
Slipping out the battery, I then pulled out the SIM card and snapped it in half, tossing the phone back into my bag.

As I pulled up the binoculars once again, I heard Elliot inhale, “Ok, I see the target. I almost have a clear shot.” We watched as the spy checked her mobile phone.
After a moment, she put it back into her pocket, then in a sudden burst, dove onto the floor.
“What’s she doing?” Elliot asked. Shots from the spy’s apartment flew towards us, and we ducked, waiting for an opening to return fire.
“We’re blown, we’re blown! Agents need backup!” Elliot yelled into his radio.
It was done. I was out, one way or the other.

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See You in The Adventures
CG

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Fiction Hannah Carmichael Chronicles

SENSE OF HUMOUR | Hannah Carmichael Chronicles (SIXTY-FOUR)

Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who was trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency of which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped Hannah and her fellow agent (and best friend) Stephanie, into the fight. 
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up from his fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
Hannah woke up without her memory, and is now relying on her family to help find her way back and stop CGT.
With a World War III event called ‘Cataclysm’ on the horizon, and Hannah trying to fight, and regain her memories, what will she and her team find out, and how will they stop CGT? 

SIXTY-FOUR

Sirens screamed through the street and Hannah whipped around, as agents from almost every department of the government aimed their weapons at the shooter. He stood in the middle of a human circle and Hannah tried to peek her head above the sea of black and grey suits. She turned to Zeke, defeated and shook her head, her own weapon by her side. “I can’t see who it is, but I think he’s surrounded.” She smiled and Zeke rolled his eyes. 

“At least you didn’t forget your sense of humour. We need a better vantage point,” he said, nodding towards the stage and walking towards the higher ground. 

After twenty minutes of static, James Carmichael’s voice finally came through their comms system. “Attack on the European and Russia area has been neutralised. Status of the Middle East?” 

“We’ve run into a small snag, report to come soon!” Stephanie Winchester replied in a frantic voice. 

Hannah stopped walking as a memory flashed through her brain. Driving in the jungle in the back of a Ute, with the woman called Stephanie yelling at the driver. She pulled out a big gun and began shooting at another truck which was following them. Hannah shook her head and pushed the memory away, moving forward towards the stage where Zeke was already climbing the steps. 

“Why did CGT send a shooter? They already had the attacks planned,” she asked as he climbed up the final step. “They’re scrambling for Plan B, just in case,” Zeke replied. 

Gunshots from the middle of the human circle sent shockwaves through the area. Shouts from agents, and shooting into the circle from behind SWAT shields erupted. Bullet casings flew into the air and Hannah moved closer to the makeshift stage. Zeke aimed his gun in the direction of the shooter, his face suddenly white. 

As Hannah reached the higher vantage point, she looked into the middle of the circle where blood soaked through the shirt of the shooter. He lay motionless, his face familiar, but Hannah couldn’t place it. 

“We have to get out of here,” Zeke said, his voice shaking as he swallowed hard. 

“Why, who is it?” Hannah let him pull her hand down the stairs, and they ran towards their car, slamming the doors and flying out of the parking lot. 

Hannah reached up, pressing the transmit button on her inner ear communications. “Shooter at the Peace Talks is neutralised, on our way back to The Palace.” Hannah exhaled and closed her eyes. “Who was that Zeke?” She opened her eyes again and looked over at the man who was her husband. “Your face went dead white when you saw him.” 

Zeke sat silently for a minute, then shifted in his seat. “That was my boss.” 

“What do you mean your boss? At the Defence Strategic Policy-“

“Yes. It was my boss. It was Oliver.”

See You in the Adventures!
Christy Grace

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My Name Is Jane (Furious Fiction)

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FURIOUS FICTION STORY

500 words which had to begin at a set dinner table – Enjoy!

My Name Is Jane

Elizabeth wiped the frost from the glass on the table and stood back. She was ready. Once her guests were seated she raised her glass and tapped against it.
“I believe a toast is necessary,” Elizabeth motioned to the bride and groom and raised her glass higher. “Sally and Evan. I’d like to say that I know you will have an amazing life together.” Nods were given around the table and Elizabeth lowered her glass.
“I’d like to, but I can’t,” Her guests glanced at each other, murmuring. Elizabeth felt her heart beating faster and continued.
“I met Sally and Evan five years ago at a Jazz festival,” She paused and looked around the room at the expectant faces, letting her hand fall to her side. “Unfortunately I had a secret.”

More murmurs filled the small room and the guests began to lower their glasses. Elizabeth turned to Sally and Evan. “When we first met, it was no coincidence,” She took a deep breath and reached into her pocket. The glint of the light catching the barrel of the gun was always her favourite part. Gasps filled the room and people instinctively put up their hands in surrender. Elizabeth pointed the gun towards Sally and Evan rose, standing between her and the gun.
“What is this Liz? Who are you?” Evan asked and Elizabeth smiled.
“I was hired to kill you Evan,” She said and his brows rose, rage filling his eyes as his face turned red.
“By who?”
She laughed as she held the gun steady, “I’m sorry it had to be like this. Especially after five years but unfortunately the client who hired me had a change of heart.”

“So why now?” Evan moved his arms behind his back, wrapping them around Sally.
“They paid me handsomely to,” she paused and shrugged. “Keep an eye on you. It’s just bad luck that they decided to go ahead right before your wedding.”
Evan squared his shoulders and jutted out his chin, firming his stance. Elizabeth saw another guest across from her reach into his pocket and pull out a phone. She moved the gun in his direction and he froze.
“Tsk, tsk. Now we don’t want that, do we?”

He shook his head and she smiled. Turning back to Evan, she was just in time to see him lunge towards her. They fought over the gun and guests began to scream as they ran for cover. Evan’s uncle moved behind her just as she gripped the trigger. A loud sound filled the room followed by a deadly silence. Elizabeth slumped to the floor and dropped the gun. She felt the hole in her chest and pulled her hand to her face. A red substance she had seen many times before covered her hand and she fell onto her back.

Evan reached forward and tried to stop the bleeding.
“Who hired you? Who are you?” Sally asked, her voice wobbling.
Elizabeth looked at her and smiled, “My name is Jane.”

Thanks for Reading this Furious Fiction by Christy Grace