Creative Writing: The Cold War

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My back slammed in to the grass. I looked up to see aspens sword at my neck. He pulled it away triumphantly.
“Victorious again,” he declared, his sword squealed as it went back in to the sheath. “I'm only letting you win,” I grumbled, picking up my sword from the ground as it had been disarmed during battle.
“Stop lying to yourself, I’m just better at this than you,” he boasted.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I commented. I pushed my sword back in to my sheath. I climbed on to a rock by the campfire. “well reach the city by tomorrow,”
“Yeah I know,” Aspen sighed with dismay. I watched as he took a seat next to me.
“hey it's only two months,” I stated, placing a hand on his back. He nodded, tossing a small stick in to the fire. …show more content…

“Yes but I have new information,”
“What is it?”
“Well there's only one crate in the ship with something in it I need,” She lowered her volume. “I need you to take it,”
“How am I supposed to take am entire crate,” I asked irritably. I leaned closer toward her, my elbows resting on her desk.
“I say crate I really mean bag,” she elaborated.
“Alright so I have to pocket the bag and bring it back to you,” I clarified. She nodded. “May I be dismissed now?” She gave me another bod of the head and I pivoted on my heel.
“One more thing,” I halted. Waiting for her to add on. “You can't kill anyone,” the request took a moment to register.
“Got it,” I swallowed my self-doubt and exited the room. ~~~

I crept through the dark alleyways shadows dancing around the dimly lit street lamps. I snuck out of the alley behind a couple boxes that had been carefully laid close to the docks. I turned towards the large clock tower in the center of the city. 11:58. Two minutes till the boat should arrive.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the water anxiously. Waves rippled through its surface, lapping up against the stone walls separating the city from the water. I took a deep breath, somewhat calming my nerves. It was going to be hard not to kill anyone. But I had to do it, or else I was

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