The Standoff

[Jihadjoe]

"Log delta nineteen, agent Isaa-"

The man paused, hearing a movement outside his door he quickly hid the recording device. His breath was hurried and jittery, and his face drawn with lines and stress.

He picked up the device again and inhaled deeply.

"Log delta nineteen, agent Isaac Brookes. I just received the go on directive twelve. Seems I've been rumbled. I'm trying to get out quietly, but it may be too late for that."

Isaac punched a few commands into the recording device, set a date on the audio, and a send delay on the broadcast, just as he'd been trained.

He was a man in his early forties with hair greying at the temples. Not a powerful man by a long way, but someone who could blend in.

He dropped a remote grenade under his bed and pulled himself into the vent above. He was used to enclosed spaces. It came with the job. Shutting the gate behind him, he started to crawl down the narrow tunnel.

He'd been on the base some six months, and this was all rather too hurried for his liking. Something had happened. Something big.

Crash

Two burly men burst through the door to his quarters, hearing shouting, he waited for it to die down...

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