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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    M&M - Thorne's Recruitment (drabble seriál)

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Svět nazvaný Missiles & Magic jsme začaly psát v DMD 2017 spolu s Tess. Já jsem si v rámci naší úžasné urban fantasy ságy letos skočila "o deset let dříve". Pokud máte rádi angličtinu, magii, špiony a v tomto případě Střední Východ, dejte tomu šanci.

    Drabble: 

    Všechna drabbles spolu (ve dvou částech):

    Část první

    Část druhá

    A pokud vám nevadí klikat, tak možná trochu přehlednější je to přímo tady na Sosáčích stránkách: Začátek dobrodružství

    Závěrečná poznámka: 

    Až na první týden se mi letos psalo dobře, tak doufám, že je to vidět na výsledku :)

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Ashes to Dust

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Nahrazuje téma "Všechno nebo nic"

    Drabble: 

    The ground lurched under Thorne's feet.
    There was no flame and nothing else that would indicate an explosion, yet it couldn't be anything else.
    He picked himself up and ran towards the concrete building.
    He needed to save them - the only clues left to his father.
    The building was beginning to crumble from within.
    If they were in the lab, there was no way they survived.
    As he waded through the rabble, he found a little girl.
    Alive. Unconscious.
    He took her in his arms and left the cursed camp.
    On the way to town he met Wolf.
    New hope?

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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Hail Mary

    Drabble: 

    For a moment Aminah basked in the rare appreciation.
    But even through it – maybe because of it – she realized what needs to be done.
    Not without hesitation.
    This place was a home to her for too long.
    Could she really believe it was wholly evil?
    It didn't matter. There was little choice.
    The Professor came to check on her creation – she knew he would.
    They were alone.
    She smiled at him and triggered a hidden mechanism.
    As she did, she was tackled to the ground by Eyal, who materialized out of nowhere.
    Then everything exploded in a bout of magic.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Could be worse

    Drabble: 

    Aminah nursed the girl back to consciousness.
    There were black markings on her face.
    Then Aminah came back to the artifacts.
    There was a weak connection between them.
    Under her hands the connection grew stronger.
    The magic started shaping itself into the mirror of what she saw in the nine.
    Her eyes were burning as she looked at it. When she closed them, there were ornaments burned on her retinas as a tattoo.
    For a few moments, she could see all her creation could do.
    "Well done, my dear," a voice spoke in her mind, breaking her focus. "Very well."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Damned if you do...

    Drabble: 

    "I'm taking you and Racoon back with me," Wolf said.
    "No," Aminah replied.
    She waited to work on project like Synergy ever since the Professor first brought her here.
    Going to the Agency was not going 'back'. She had nothing to go back to.
    Wolf gave her a week, before being extracted anyway.
    She didn't tell him about Synergy.
    She couldn't refuse to finish it even if she wanted.
    Professor would just find someone else.
    Over dead bodies.
    She realized that when she found her little apprentice unconscious in the lab, obviously magic stricken after tampering with the three artifacts.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Playing the Field

    Drabble: 

    Things didn't go well in the lab. Aminah knew she won't be able to join all the magic into one source – not immediately. Dividing it into three parts seemed reasonable.
    Now to make them connect…
    “Kurwa.”
    She threw up her hands and walked out.
    Eyal paged her.
    Tearoom in town
    She expected many things, but personal visit from Wolf was not one of them.
    “You could have called.”
    “You sent a person you barely know… he's not from the Agency! ...on a mission he is not qualified for. Without authorization. Without means of communication!”
    “He's resourceful. And deniable. He'll manage.”

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Grudging Alliance

    Drabble: 

    Two days after the message, Aminah hatched a plan.
    “You're kidding! Sending me to Petra on some fool's errand, while mister No One here...” Thorne indicated newly arrived Racoon, “...tries to locate my father 'somehow'. And you'll do – what, exactly? - meanwhile?”
    “That's need to know, mister Nobody,” Racoon's eyes glinted. “You don't.”
    “I'm sick of 'alphabet soup types' pulling this shit every time. Keeping people in the dark only ever comes back to bite you.”
    “Anything – anyone – can turn and bite you in the ass,” Aminah shrugged.
    “You would know about that… but don't worry, Minnie. I keep my word.”

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Back to back

    Drabble: 

    “I need this message sent, but I have to stay put now. I've been gone too long.”
    She gave Thorne a device and quickly scribbled text.
    “Magic comm?” he turned it in his fingers.
    “Yes.”
    “You are playing more than one side here.”
    “And the sun rises in the East. Any more obvious statements we need to waste breath on?”
    Your codename is Mouse. He didn't say that out loud.
    She led him through to the back of the building.
    It should be clear for another hour or so.
    “I'll have your back, if you have mine. Don't fuck up."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Negotiations

    Drabble: 

    "Magic... it's true," Thorne breathed when the door of one of the buildings closed behind them.
    "Surprised?" Aminah asked coldly. "Didn't your father have magic?"
    "No."
    "We don't take Americans without magic."
    "He... had a thing. Family heirloom. Artifact..."
    "...that we might be interested in. But why would he still be alive?"
    "Maybe he isn't. Either way uncertainty is high price to pay."
    "Your life is higher."
    "Everybody dies. We don't leave our people to rot in enemy camps."
    They looked at each other.
    "Help me."
    She couldn't. She was on thin ice already. Unless...
    "There will be a price."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Magic and Lies

    Drabble: 

    Suddenly the voices outside fell silent.
    She looked out and cursed in Arabic... and some eastern European language.
    "Picturesque speech," he muttered.
    "Silence. Follow my lead," she snapped.
    She pulled stone out of her pocket, drew a worm of a word on it; handed it to him and pushed him deeper into the cave.
    Invisible force lifted him off his feet, trapping him.
    Guard came in a second later.
    "Aminah, what is this?"
    "Late night test, Basir. Sorry, Hamid, seems the amulet needs work," she deactivated the field, grabbed the stone back and held it up, unapologetically.
    "Yes. Needs work."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    At the Edge

    Drabble: 

    They looked at each other across barrels of their guns.
    "Now what?" she asked.
    Outside the guards still argued.
    "We both drop them. And talk," he offered.
    "You start."
    He looked into her cold eyes and then shrugged.
    "I am looking for my father."
    "He's not here."
    "He must be somewhere. Couldn't just... vanish into thin air."
    "It happens, in this land. Who do you think will find you, if I shoot you?"
    She had a point.
    "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already. Or turned me over to your buddies."
    He had one too.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Night Encounters

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Nahrazuji téma: "Odteď jsem optimista"

    Drabble: 

    If there was anything positive in her situation, Aminah couldn't see it.
    She walked out into the cold night - somewhere with no prying ears to make a call.
    Suddenly there was commotion at the perimeter.
    She headed over.
    Three guards were arguing over a dead sheep.
    A shadow crept almost unnoticed to the mouth of one of the caves.
    Aminah followed it, pulling out her P228.
    "Stop. Turn. Slowly."
    The man complied.
    "You!" they breathed in unison in two languages.
    Then Aminah noticed his gun, pointed at her.
    "Your day going as well as mine?" he asked.
    "Better and better."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    From the Desk of the Commanding Officer

    Drabble: 

    We regret to inform you, your son was killed in the line of duty.
    If you can call an unsanctioned op in neutral territory that.
    He has served well and made his country proud.
    He was a decent officer, but he went off his rocker, chasing ghosts.
    He will forever be remembered by those who had the honor of serving with him.
    Just like his father no one in the military looked for.
    He will posthumously receive medal of valor.
    He didn't deserve it while alive.

    "They will never know the whole story. Is that what you want?" she asked.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Trained for Stealth

    Drabble: 

    Thorne was finally within a shot of the enemy camp.
    In Syria. Which meant he couldn't take a real shot.
    Or, if he did, he better not get caught.
    For now he was surveying.
    The camp was by a mountain range.
    A mix of caves, tents and concrete buildings.
    His training said climb down the slopes, behind the backs of the guards.
    His training did not include sheep.
    Their bleeting would have been dangerous enough, but then a surprised ram jumped away from him and fell down, straight at the feet of one of the guards.
    The guard looked up...

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Hold Your Friends Close

    Drabble: 

    She went to the Professor ostensibly to discuss her next trip to Petra.
    "I am bringing Eyal in," he responded, surprisingly. "I don't want you distracted from the Synergy project - with him here, you don't have to travel there."
    She cursed.
    The three father figures in her life didn't have much in common, but the one trait she shared with all of them was stubbornness.
    She suspected that what ultimately drove her biological dad to disown her, was cunning - something the two others had in plenty, but he lacked.
    She's going to need both to get out of this pickle.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Complications

    Drabble: 

    Aminah's phone rang in the middle of the drive.
    Her unofficial phone.
    "We have a problem," Racoon's voice sounded level. "Professor is appointing new head of the Petra project. There are three candidates."
    "I'll put in a word for you."
    "I am not one of them, Mouse. It's not good."
    That was stating the obvious.
    She stopped the jeep, breathing and listening for a few moments, but he didn't go on.
    "He doesn't trust you," she stated.
    "We need our person on that list, Mouse. You're the only one who can try."
    She ended the call and punched the wheel.

    Závěrečná poznámka: 

    Wiktionary tvrdí, že dříve se "terno" používalo ve významu trojice kandidátů na pozici. Tak tedy budiž v drabbleti tento význam ;)

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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Adventures in Tailing

    Drabble: 

    Considering he barely saw anything through the slit in the veil, things were going well.
    Thorne kept distance, following the taillights.
    She'll lead him where he needs to go, willingly or not.
    The taillights suddenly disappeared. He slowed down to creeping pace.
    He got just close enough to make out the silhouette of the jeep in front of him when its headlights flashed and it sped straight at him.
    He barely had time to dive headfirst into the brambles on the wayside.
    Cursing, he jumped up, covered in thistle heads, tore the headscarf off and glared after the disappearing jeep.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    In Plain Sight

    Drabble: 

    The hideout was more crowded than it should have been, when Aminah got there couple days later.
    She pulled aside the two people she needed and set a time and place for pick up with them.
    Out of the corner of her eye she caught a movement in the back of the cave.
    It was a woman in a niqab, fretting.
    Something was off about her.
    As Aminah left, the woman slowly followed.
    She waited for Aminah to start her car, mounted a motorbike (growling and cursing at the fabric of the dress getting in the way) and tailed her.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    A Clue

    Drabble: 

    [fire cracking, cicadas chirping, quiet talk in the background]
    Thorne: Where did she take you?
    Woman's voice: Can't tell.
    Thorne: I just need help. For my family...
    [coins clink]
    Woman: It was dark. No light. Only crack, high up.
    Thorne: A cave then.
    [fabric rustling]
    Thorne: [resigned] Which direction?
    [wood snaps, scratches against sand]
    Woman: That's how you go.
    Thorne: Thank you.
    [fabric rustles, steps walk away from the fire]
    Thorne: Thanks for your services.
    Guide: Desert dangerous at night, I guide!
    [coins clinking]
    Thorne: No need. Me and darkness are old friends.
    [pistol magazine snaps, small motorbike starts up]

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Never Give Up

    Drabble: 

    "No," the woman said icily. "You won't tell. And you're no use to me."
    She gave her companions a quick succession of commands in Arabic, ignoring Thorne.
    Five people got onto the jeep and they drove off, leaving him in the dust, defeated once again.
    She was right.
    He wasn't ready to put lives at risk - and talking wouldn't help his cause.
    The dead end got deader.
    In the evening, one of the hidden people, creeping back, flashed Thorne a quick, shy smile.
    A ray of hope, a kick off towards the surface.
    He offered them food and started asking.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Pressure is on

    Drabble: 

    This time Aminah was voluntold to lead the recruiting party. She scanned the crowd. The soldiers with her knew very little about magic. Still, there were some people she couldn't quite pass by.
    She lifted her hand to point them out, eyes cold and hard.
    "You want me," the man spoke broken Arabic with an accent. No magic.
    "I am not your way to heaven from this purgatory, soldier," she declined in English.
    "Oh, you're definitely not an angel, I know," his eyes were as hard as hers. "Take me. Or I'll tell your companions about your other activity here."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Recruitment Criteria

    Drabble: 

    "Prime specimen, gents, really," Thorne's guide doubled as slave agent. "Strong. Fast. Good fighter."
    Despite his efforts, the men were not interested in Thorne. Only people with magic. The guide made him hide from all the other crimps coming through.
    "No intel, just guns. You need best. Magic one."
    Various people hid from various groups. There was a young woman coming into the camp irregularly, usually before the magic seeking group came. She gathered a few people - mostly children and women - and took them away.
    Where, nobody knew.
    Sometimes those people came back after the crimps left - sometimes they didn't.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Variety of Responsibilities

    Drabble: 

    The artifact she was restoring gave Aminah some trouble as the original text on it was mostly illegible.
    She traced the intricate lines with practiced precision.
    As she finished the last one, there was a flash of magic.
    It left a metallic aftertaste in her mouth, but she smiled.
    Job well done.
    Time to put it in the hold.
    In the corridor she met a soldier leading a little girl.
    "Ah, Mistress, new apprentice for you, Master said."
    She had the sinking sensation of realizing you forgot something vital.
    The sweet child shouldn't be here.
    She could have stopped it.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Lost

    Drabble: 

    "If my father isn't here, WHAT on Earth are we waiting for?" Thorne was pacing between the tents, drilling his guide with a glare.
    "No worry, they come," the guide was unperturbed.
    "Who?"
    "People who find people."
    "Why didn't we go to them directly?"
    "You no come them, they come to you. They pick. Less danger face to face."
    As the guide finished, a jeep drove into the camp and Thorne finally understood. The three men on it were - quite obviously - crimps for one of the paramilitary fractions.
    This was their recruiting pool.
    And they were not taking just men...

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Part of me will always stray

    Drabble: 

    The magic was pulsating, beating, thrumming.
    Much more than sum of nine parts.
    In Aminah's mind it conjured images - drums of war, the beating of thousand feet in a military step, the clank of a disc magazine being clipped into a weapon.
    Steady beat of an enormous heart.
    One that made you want to follow - to become a part of it.
    It was calming and disquieting at the same time.
    The Professor watched her closely.
    "Now that you understand... can you replicate it?" his voice broke through her trance.
    With cold composure she dodged the answer.
    "I need some air."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Nowhere in particular

    Drabble: 

    Thorne looked at the stars. For the last four hours they headed due west. Which should soon bring them to where the borders of Iraq met those of both Jordan and Syria.
    It wasn't the shortest, or most comfortable route. But his guide insisted on it.
    Rocks that weren't quite mountains rose around them.
    It came as quite a shock, when their ledge-of-a-road turned sharply around a cliff and they found themselves in the middle of an uncharted refugee camp.
    "Anyone can get lost in this land," the guide explained, unperturbed. "Here is where you get found."

    Závěrečná poznámka: 

    ledge-of-a-road počítám jako 4 slova

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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Answers Unasked

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Nahrazuji téma Tři krát tři.

    Drabble: 

    It wasn't long before Wolf's question was validated.
    As she returned home that night, she knocked on Professor's door.
    "I have the things you wanted. I couldn't make the heads or tails of them, though."
    "Ah, dear Aminah, you still have so much to learn. And so much curiosity..." his voice was the combination of amusement and condescension.
    She smiled.
    "Teach me."
    He arranged the nine artifacts in equal groups on his desk carefully.
    She could feel their magic interacting and changing.
    "Constellation magic?" she wondered.
    "Some things only work in synergy," he smirked. "Can you figure them out now?"

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Reporting Nothing

    Drabble: 

    "Talk to me, Mouse," Wolf's voice came through the magical interface.
    "Not much to tell. He's still turning up mostly useless artifacts," Aminah shrugged. "His grunts are tyrannizing everyone and there are rumours of possible connection in Iran."
    "Iran?" Wolf sounded surprised.
    "Do you want me to look into that?"
    "No," the answer came too quick. "No, Mouse, I'll deal with that myself."
    "Use me, Wolf. I can handle it. Don't baby me."
    "Negative, Mouse."
    "He trusts me."
    "Does he tell you everything?"
    "He tells me enough."
    "And we need to keep it that way."
    "Roger Wilco. Out."
    She sighed.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Baksheesh

    Drabble: 

    Baksheesh was a lot of things in this part of the world.
    An expression of appreciation for services rendered.
    A way to grease the rusty wheels of bureaucracy into action.
    Or a closing of a deal nobody wanted on paper for things you couldn't acquire any other way.
    The military encouraged its people to show initiative.
    As he offered money in a handshake to the person against him, he doubted this is what they would have in mind
    Iraq was a warzone.
    Everything around it was at fragile peace.
    If his father is out there, he'll need a local guide.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Change in the Weather

    Drabble: 

    "You look tired," Deirdre wasn't beating around the bush.
    "I am."
    He looked over his shoulder, making sure nobody was listening.
    "You know dad's 'When tired, push harder' isn't always right..."
    "...about that..."
    He fell silent. He couldn't bring himself to tell her.
    She probably read it in his eyes.
    In the silence he heard voices.
    "...SAPFU like you can't imagine. Dirties using magic, they say. Tango Bravo Sierra, if you ask me."
    "Anyway, we're Oscar Mike at o'dark thirty. Better hope the cousins get that ASS back out of Syria..."
    ...
    "Thorne, are you listening?"
    "Sorry, time to push harder."

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    The One to End Them All

    Drabble: 

    As Aminah stepped into the air conditioned lab she was greeted by her husband's smile. She stepped around the desk to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek.
    Then she bent over one of the work benches, surveying the new artifacts.
    "Another ancient performance-enhancing device?" she frowned.
    With the obsession their employer had over these, he should have been a superman a long time ago.
    "Not just 'another', the ultimate," he shrugged. "According to the inscription."
    Roughly translated, the symbols read "Hero-maker".
    They shared tight, unamused smile across the table.
    Neither of them believed in heroes anymore.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Wild Goose Chase

    Drabble: 

    Third deployment after his father disappeared Thorne felt like he's been down every single track in this God forsaken country.
    Then he noticed a crack in the rocks for the first time, or got new piece of intel and off he went again. At first only in his spare time. Then he started cutting back sleep - nightmares didn't allow for rest anyway.
    "Commander, ya better snap out of it, before ya get us all killed!" his Lieutenant growled, as he tackled him to the ground, bullets wheezing past. Because this time Thorne got distracted during assignment.
    Something needed to change.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Jewel in the Rocks

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Možná bych měla vysvětlit, že letos budu příběh psát ze dvou pohledů, které se, jak doufám, protnou. Takže pokud by se vám to zdálo nenavazující, tak je to tím.

    Drabble: 

    The jeep rattled down the dirt track of a road and stopped at the border shack.
    Aminah turned to the patrolman without interest, adjusting her perfectly fitting headscarf. Her driver handed over their papers.
    "Conjugal visit, eh?" the soldier leered, inviting the driver to respond. Instead the man looked away and the woman gave him the iciest glare over the rims of her sunglasses. The soldier shrugged and waved them through.
    The monthly routine of the journey became almost comfortable.
    She loved her destination - Petra - and always had much to see and do there.
    Her husband was just a cover.

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Warzone

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Pokud jste někdo sledovali loňskou misi, tak tohle se odehrává přibližně o 13 let dříve.

    Drabble: 

    The letter came two days before deployment.
    Missing, presumed dead
    Which meant they stopped looking.
    When his team was wheels down, he went to the forward staff's camp. Not even MPs dared put red tape in SEAL's face.
    Torn tents flapped in the wind, glass from shot up jeeps glittered on the ground. Burned debris from exploded shed was strewn around on the blood-stained sand.
    Twenty people died.
    One got lost or taken.
    Things'll be kept under wraps, because this was Army, the ground was hot and public opinion back home hotter.
    Thorne had to find his father by himself.

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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Matters of Mind and Heart

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Jedno hodně pozdní (a hodně vágní) testovací. Nebojte, ono se to vysvětlí.

    Drabble: 

    The safety net of a family.
    The conservative Christian upbringing.
    The prism of her books, photographs and research.
    Those bubbles burst when she deplaned in Damascus - in a different world.

    The academic assignment.
    The expectations of her new mentor.
    The limitations set by her new culture and her youth.
    She surpassed them all, burying herself in her work with artifacts.

    The hope that it will be enough.
    The belief that what they were doing was good.
    The wide-eyed fascination with each new discovery.
    He popped those, one by one. Not with cruelty or intent. With indifference.

    That's why she turned.

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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Kopretiny a pavučiny 1

    Obdarovaný: 
    Charlie
    Fandom: 

    Milý Charlie,
    moc se omlouvám, že se z Ježíška stal spíše Velikonoční zajíček, a doufám, že přijmeš první část velice opožděného dárku, kterému se tentokrát opravdu vůbec nechtělo se vyklubat.
    Přeju příjemné počtení a slibuju, že další (delší) kapitola na sebe tentokrát už opravdu nenechá dlouho čekat.

    Tvoje Blanca

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    All good things

    Drabble: 

    The security feed didn't show the vault being opened, nor did magical signature sensors notice Na Ailleag and Tikashoret being replaced by flares.
    No alarm went off when the artifacts left the building, safely ensconced in a bag which hid all signs of magic.
    Sarmad – distracted upon returning home – discovered the loss only in the early afternoon the next day.
    Long after Bishop Boggart activated the portal and disappeared to Prague.
    “Who are you?” Earl's welcome wasn't the warmest.
    “A friend. Lioness sends her regards...” Bishop handed him the artifacts.
    “Any message?”
    “Keep the lights on. She'll be back soon.”

    Závěrečná poznámka: 

    ...a to je i můj slib pro všechny, kteří dočetli až sem (připojuju se k Tessině prosbě o čárky nebo jiné vyjádření toho, že jste četli). Maddie se vrátí. Možná během května, možná v Letní Dobročinnosti... možná ještě úplně jinde a jinak. Ale vrátí se.

    Drabblata mimo linii:
    Parodie, kterou si nešlo odpustit
    Depresivní pohádka
    Jedna agenturní kontextová depréza

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    Jak se testují agenti

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Naprosto nesoutěžní békovina, jenom pro můj pocit 'plného počtu drabblat' - a taky proto, že mi to při tom bonusu vlezlo do hlavy a trvá to na tom, být napsáno.
    A do sto slov to prostě nenarvu, ani kdybych se na hlavu postavila, takže je to double.

    Teoreticky tedy nahrazuje Bonus č. 5 - Péče, jakou si zasloužíme - Parodie

    Drabble: 

    Maddie seděla v baru a u nohou jí poskakovala roztomilá čivava.
    "Kdo mě zbaví toho psa, získá nehynoucí vděčnost Jejího Veličenstva... a moji 'pozornost'," zapředla směrem k tajným agetům, nenápadně posedávajícím u baru.
    John Porter plynulou arabštinou kadence udržovaného kalašnikovu oslovil skupinku šejků. Za pět minut se vrátil se smlouvou na stádo velbloudů a dvěma lokacemi takřka nehlídaných zbraňových keší... v Sýrii.
    Lucas North vyštěkl rusky na jednoho z vyhazovačů a během deseti minut nabízel výběr z podomácku vyrobené špinavé bomby a zaručeně smrtícího tajného ruského vězení.
    Daniel Miller vyběhl ven a přivlekl za límec promočeného Heinze Krugera, s německo-americkým vysvětlením, že 'odhalil prašivý Nazi infiltrátora', který má u sebe pilulku kyanidu. Kluci od CIA jsou totiž vysloveně humánní a efektivní.
    V tu chvíli se ozval výstřel.
    Čivava s vyjeknutím padla v tratolišti krve.
    Celý bar v šoku hleděl na Thorna, který v ruce třímal kouřící pistoli.
    Maddie beze slova popadla tělíčko čivavy, Thornovu ruku, a odkráčela středem.
    "S tím svým vztekem a žárlivostí bys měl něco dělat. Vraždění psů není dobrá terapie."
    "Přežije to," prohlásil nevzrušeně - vlastně dokonce pobaveně.
    "Jak to můžeš vědět?" zeptala se zamračeně.
    "Pojmenovala jsi ho 'kapitán Barkness'," odtušil, zatímco čivava zvedla hlavičku a vesele ňafla.

    Závěrečná poznámka: 

    Při vytváření tohoto drabblete nebylo ublíženo žádnému živému tvorovi, čivavy nevyjímaje.

    Mimochodem, přidaná hodnota je v tom, že všechny postavy (kromě Maddie a čivavy, tedy) jsou vlastně Richard Armitage...

  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Still Alive

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Vracíme se k Maddie... a trošku skáčeme, abychom to stihli uzavřít ;)

    Drabble: 

    Maeve spent a week caught in deep, slowly waning shock.
    Sarmad practically didn't leave her side.
    Her only message to HQ read 'operation ongoing, going dark'.
    It took two more weeks to get rid of 'babysitters' and find the hidden equipment - magical lockpick, magical flares and single-use portal generator.
    She handed them to Bishop Boggart - last card up her sleeve - with careful instructions.
    Week after that Maeve was back to her intoxicating self, about to attend a ball with Sarmad.
    As they were leaving Sarmad's mansion, she felt emotions of the invisible man sneak inside past her.
    Nobody else noticed.

    Závěrečná poznámka: 

    Hope you remember Mr. Boggart ;) - on je taková ta puška nad krbem, ze které se musí vystřelit...

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  • Obrázek uživatele Blanca

    Exemplary Exfil

    Úvodní poznámka: 

    Nesoutěžní. Potřebuju dopsat příběh a do dvou set slov se nevejde :D

    Jo a navazuje na Tessino drabble.

    Drabble: 

    Blinding light and noise.
    Red-hot flash of the worst pain he ever felt.
    Door flew open, butt of Tiger's rifle knocked Sarmad out cold.
    "Powerful my ass..."
    Raven - cut free - pushed himself up.
    His legs buckled.
    Arms caught him.
    He shook them off, but Tiger's held firm.
    "Easy now, commander."
    Gestures.
    Get Raven's things, grab the artifact.
    "Leave her," Raven barked at someone reaching for Lioness.
    No time to argue.
    The portal dissolved after them.
    "What happened to 'not leaving our people behind'?" livid Tiger demanded, half-throwing Raven into helicopter seat.
    "She's not ours anymore," Raven growled, closing his eyes.

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