Alright, before this begins, I'll tell everyone so they don't rage, there's a total of 1 swear word in this entire story. I wrote it for english class and just finished it tonight. I randomly decided to put it up to see if anyone likes it.
Its 3rd person views from 3 different people.
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Jacob Barner pushed through the crowded street, looking for the right building. Pausing to look down at the picture in his hand, Damnit, he couldn’t have given me an address to find a building on the busiest street in the entire city? He scanned the buildings in the street, no luck. This was the third mile of buildings. He’d been at this for over an hour already. Ringing now. What was that? Check the picture for bells. Nope, no freaking bells. This building seemed too new to be on a street as ancient as this one, with all stone buildings from the beginning of time. Greece’s architecture was too diverse for this job to be done. Freaking seriously, why did they not tear down all the rotten buildings that are as old as the city itself? It was called Modernisation.
Anyways, he moved into an alley to bypass a roadblock and came out on the other side of it. Why were we meeting on a street like this anyways? Why not some backstreet with little reason to have crowds? This was the literal center of the city, it had all the market stalls and traders and citizens looking for good deals. Wait, someone is watching me. Should confront or back off and try to ditch him? Let’s try confronting. Turn and stare, make him uncomfortable. He walks over to the watcher and smiles, slightly coldly. “You go four blocks, friend on right” the watcher says. His accent marked him as a native greek. Time to go two blocks.
Grego watched the entries to the building, he was on duty, and had to watch for potential threats, not that anybody knew what was hidden below this building. It was a job that made time seem impassable in the sense that everything seemed to be boring, even jokes made by the visitors and the chats he had with other guards. He was undoubtedly far too intelligent to be a guard. He leaned on the wall as another visitor entered the museum. Though he wasn’t even on hire for the museum, they had their own guards to protect their paintings and exhibits. He was here for all the secrets hidden below this old relic-house.
Now, here was an odd one walking in, didn’t seem like an artsy person, he looked really serious. This might be of interest. Grego moved in behind the man to follow him around for a while, see what he was here for. He radioed for a replacement at the door watch and stalked off behind the man.
Where the heck was he? Thought Mikael, wandering a back hall of the bustling museum, for some reason or another, Mikael had forgotten that he was in a storage hallway that was used to store supplies and old exhibits. Mikael did not consider himself a complete nutjob by any standards, although most at his university thought that much of him. Was his phone ringing? No, of course not, it’s on vibrate. Now, why is my leg shaking so much? Check your pocket idiot! Oh right, Mik thought, Phone is on vibrate, of course! Mikael got his phone out and answered, agreeing with himself that a multiple personality disorder was not all bad, if you used it to your advantage. “He is in” said the voice on the phone, his local informant. Time to move, Mikael, he told himself. Taking stride, he emerged from the storage hall and made his way towards the rendezvous point that his partner, and future victim, was meeting him at. Now the show begins, he mused.
Jacob swerved through the next turn, trying to ditch the guard without causing s*** to hit the fan. The hell was wrong with this guy, giving him directions into a building without telling him about the enormous guard force waiting for him? If this guard kept with him, he would have to make his meeting with his partner for the job look like chance, or a casual meeting to check out the local art. Considering the attitude emitted during their contacts, easy-going and casual were going to be hard to come by with this meeting.
He was at the meeting point now, so he stayed casual and looked at the exhibits around him, the guard was still watching him though. Hopefully his looking at the exhibits like everyone around him would make the guard lose interest.
This guy was obviously moving with a purpose, thought Grego. He started wandering the area like any normal guard, this man knew he’d been following him for quite a while. Well, since he entered the building, actually. He did not let his current target out of sight, but acted as if he’d shrugged off the suspicion by mingling with guests and only occasionally glancing back at him.
Ah, he was acting casual, just as Grego was. Perhaps he was just here to see this piece of art? Or maybe, here it is, another man was with him now, and they had struck up a conversation together. The new arrival to the scene was rocking on his feet, as if he had some sort of weakness of the legs. It could also be nervousness. The odds were probably fifty/fifty right now on the leg issue, as well as the chance of these men being here to see the art. There were three ways to handle this problem: the democratic approach, where they have a chance to prove themselves innocent. The socialistic approach, where all are equal and he’d just leave them be like all the other members of society in this building. Those two were not, however, as appealing and fitting to the situation as the fine third option, the fascist approach. That was not saying he was considering all out massacre and brutalisation of them for not fitting in. He was far more careful and civilised than that. He would stick to the basics of the concept, they aren’t part of the regular fare of visitors, and he didn’t like these two being here. Therefore, he would treat them like criminals while they were in his territory.
Mik held his right arm to his left hand to keep it from shaking, he already had himself rocking on his feet, if he started too have arm spasms then people would really take notice of him. The last thing he and his partner needed was more attention. With a guard having followed him all the way here, and was still watching them, his suspicion obviously aroused. He’d given his partner a rundown of what the plan was, and now signalled for him to follow. He would look less awkward walking than standing around rocking on his feet constantly. This plan must work, or the future will not hold any bright possibilities. He led Jacob through the storage hallway he’d been in and into a stairwell. “We have to move quick to be effective” he heard Jacob say. He was more right than he knew, Mik would have to be very quick indeed to get what he wanted from this lab and escape, and he had to make sure he set up his partner Jacob to be caught.
Mik pushed through the door that led into the lab, and moved towards the room that held what he wanted. It had a lock, which was part of what he needed Jacob for. “Get the lock off” he told him, watching behind them for motion, his legs had started shaking again, and he’d left his medicine at his apartment. God, if this keeps up I’ll probably collapse before we make it near an exit.
Grego made his way down the stairwell, chasing the two. He’d radioed his captain about the two intruders and was making his way after them, pistol in hand. He pushed through the door to the lab and raised his gun to eyelevel, swivelling to look for the intruders, or other threats. He saw that the storage room door had been opened, and moved towards it. He leapt into the room, ready to fire. It was empty though, Oh god, they’ve left already, they must’ve taken the underground exit. Grego ran out of the room and headed to the exit, he found it open, and radioed where he was going, then headed off after the thiefs.
As they exited the narrow passage, Jacob slowed his pace. They were in a large antechamber with one large exit, which led to the outside world, and a quick escape from the museum. Mikael turned to him, standing in front of the exit. “Well, you have been a great help to this mission” he said, sounding pleased. “I get that a lot” Jacob replied boastfully. He grinned and took a step back, towards the door, “You will also be a great distraction after I leave you here for the guards”. Jacob froze, “That, I don’t get as much”. He pulled out his gun and aimed at Jacob, but he had done the same thing with his own gun, which he had concealed. “Almost as if you were expecting this” he said, smiling.
Jacob noticed his hand was shaking, as were his legs. He levelled his gun at Mik’s chest, “Cops don’t trust criminals, especially undercover cops” Jacob said, and Mikael’s smile faded and a frown appeared. “You will die here” he said coldly, and fired. His shot missed and Jacob fired back, catching his lower torso. His legs buckled and finally gave way, just as the guard who’d been watching them earlier ran past him and pulled out his handcuffs, placing them on the wrists of Mikael, aiming his gun at Jacob. The guard saw the badge Jacob had pulled out, and slowly lowered his gun, letting a smile cross his face for the first time that day.
Subject: Interventions{Short Story} 
Sun Oct 30, 2011 9:22 pm
