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PROMPT FICTION SNIPPET
He crept through the house as silent as a ghost, his phasing ability serving him well as he walked through the garage door leading into the kitchen. His shadowy figure solidified once more as he paused to double-check images provided against the reality around him. The mission information had been extremely detailed about his surroundings and potential threats, but rather sketchy on the individuals involved.
His superiors had simply explained that there was a mole among this cheerful family and informed him of his duty to their Corps and country. It was his job to flush the threat out without causing undue stress and worry to a well-hidden family with fingers in every political pie.
This was one mission that was sure to give him a headache. He checked his watch, waiting for the tone to chime in his earpiece. When it did, he pressed the button to synchronize with his partners outside. They would only burst in on his signal. He could not call them until he’d acquired what he’d been sent for.
In the moonlight filtering through the kitchen window above the sink, his brass knuckles gleamed, before his phasing ability rendered it dull.
For the sake of their world, he’d have to be quick and heartless.
For this sake of this family, he’d have to use stealth and cunning.
For his own sanity, he’d have to be flawless.
(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: Well, yikes. I haven’t done this in a long while. I actually almost ran out of time, while trying to think of something. I had an image of a really good ninja-esque soldier who was assigned a mission of epic and delicate proportions, so this was what came out. Thanks for reading and commenting!