by Amorphous on Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:59 pm
Underneath Hit Squad HQ, in the tactical planning room, Squad Leader Wild Bill paced back and forth at the head of the room and suddenly pointed to the chalkboard with a stick, causing some of the more inattentive squaddies at the back of the room to jump with surprise.
"Right!" he shouted. "This here is the target building, where we have reason to believe our target will be at 1600 hours today. Team A will cover the front entrance here," he indicated, "while Team B will cover the other front entrance here," he continued, pointing again. "All teams are to converge on the target if they have reason to believe she has broken through the first line of defence, and I'll alternate between the two teams. Teams must maintain radio contact at all times! Any questions?"
There was a brief, somewhat confused, silence.
"Excellent!" Wild Bill continued. "If all goes well, we will rendez-vous at the nearby restaurant to restore energy and nutrients before making a move on our next target. If all doesn't go well, then... we'll see. DISMISSED!"
As the other squad members filed out, Wild Bill turned his back to them and regarded the chalkboard again with pride. Operation Dandelion (the name had won by one vote over its closest rival, Operation Kill Aspasia Dead As She Goes To A Lecture) looked to be shaping up quite well. He had a good feeling about this one.
As the bells struck 4pm, the assembled plain-clothes squaddies went into action mode, each making sure that their weapons were prepped and ready to hand should the need for them arise. Nodding to each other from their various vantage points dotted around the front entrance the only thing that remained now was to wait, occasionally comparing the faces of passers-by to the photo provided on their holo-imagers.
Five minutes passed. Students turned up for lectures, with Aspasia apparently not present among them.
Another five minutes passed. More students turned up for lectures, also somewhat lacking an Aspasia element to them.
A further five minutes passed. Some students turned up late for lectures, and continued the Aspasia-free theme of the afternoon.
As Wild Bill regarded the scene, it occurred to him that it looked an awful lot like nothing happening. With a heavy heart, he picked up his radio and told the rest of the squad to stand down; the effect was instant, as each member relaxed and slipped back into the crowds that were milling around.
Inwardly, Wild Bill sighed. It would happen eventually.
If Jack Bauer was put in a room with Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler and Nina Myers and handed a gun with two bullets, he'd shoot Nina twice.