floating

Twenty bucks an hour, let me tell you, that sort of pay is a miracle in today’s entry level job market. Probably because the people running this business think it’s necessary to justify what the job entails. I think that’s hilarious, I would have done this for free.

Widowmaker cursed as she ran through the corridors bathed in red light. Here she was, Talon’s top operative who had a flawless record of missions, and here she was running for her life because she had somehow tripped the alarms. No matter, she had the data-drive secured, all she needed to do was make her escape. Once she was outside, she could slip away into the night to the rendezvous point, so long as the extract team did their job. Shadows danced to the right of the assassin’s vision, and she darted into a supply closet.

I looked up at the blue expanse above me, barren of clouds and silent. Not a single breeze floated through the meadow as I stood there, naked as the day I was born. It had taken three hours to drive out here, to this spot far beyond civilization. I had ditched the dirtbike some miles back, I wouldn't be needing it for the trip home if everything went right. Other people might say what I was doing was dangerous, that I should turn back now, but hey. What's life without a little risk after all? I knew what I was about to do, and I knew how I was going to do it.