Missiles & Magic

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 Tess

Nuisance

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Na tohle téma druhé, protože se nestíhám vejít. A hodí se.

Drabble: 

The next step was getting the lawyer guy to safety.
“Follow me,” Risa said, passing the man in a smart suit who was leaving the bank. “I’m your ticket out.”
“Where are we going?”
“Far away.”
“I’ll get taxi then.”
A car stopped next to them.
“Hop in.”
“No!”Risa pushed him to the nearby building, lead him through and into the back alleys.
“Suicidal much?” she muttered.
They took the airport express.
“Where do we fly?”
“Nowhere.” Risa ignated the portal activator.
After showing the lawyer through, she looked around.
Someone was here.
“Raven.”
Debriefing?
They need the safe house.

Obrázek uživatele Tess

Hanging by a Thread

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

“... and what are YOU doing here?”
The blow was unexpected.
Thorne hanged his head low and mumbled apologetically. If he could, he would show Psycho what for... but he couldn’t. Not yet.
He was walking a fine line with the crazy local leader. Keeping close enough, getting intel...
From the next room a cracking noise sounded.
... but not too close to actually be considered a thread.
He was great in following orders...
“You, big guy. Get rid of this body, will ya?”
He was also sure he is going crazy in here.
He needs out. But finish his job first.

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 Tess

The Second Best

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

Thorne needed someone reliable. Someone he could work with.
He needed Maddie.
That was not possible.
Not because he would want to protect her. Not even because she was taking care of their little one.
Maddie knew him too well. As an empath, she couldn’t be fooled.
And not just her. Every seasoned agent would know something is amiss. They wouldn’t listen to his explanations. He has this under control. He will not abort the mission.
Not an seasoned agent, but someone reliable, who would listen to his orders. And not die.
It’s time for Osprey to leave the nest.

Obrázek uživatele Tess

To Get In

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

You need to be good.
Good enough, but not too good.
Smart enough to follow orders.
Strong enough to fight. Not too strong to endanger them.
They cannot see how good, smart and strong you really are. That’s the only way you can get in. Slowly. Infiltrate, watch, set them up.
Sometimes that means you need to lose. You need to seem defeated.
Thorne was strong enough not to let his pride stand in the way.
He allowed himself to lose.
It was a path to victory.
The blood in his mouth tasted sweet.
He planned the next move already.

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 Tess

Short Vacation

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

Risa was back from the mission for almost two weeks and in top form. There was a talk about her learning some more about portals. Soon.
That'll be fun.
But for now, her availability shined green.
Then her phone rang.
Thorne.
“I need a favour,” he said without any introduction.
Isn’t he in deep cover?
“An escort for someone. Keep him safe.”
“Alright.”
Of course he is.
“In case they take him, you need to kill him before he talks.”
Silence.
“Can you do that, Osprey?”
Deep breath.
“Al...right.”
“Intel in your mail. See you on the other side.”

Obrázek uživatele Tess

A Good Potential

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

Tyndrum felt strange. In a good way.
They stayed in one of the round houses. Basic, neat and dry, as heavy rain started to beat on the roof.
The last place. We didn’t learn much. There’s something going on, but we don’t know how to put it all together.
That’s above my pay grade anyway.
For now.
Tomorow we fly home and let someone else deal with the data.

Risa turned her back to the wall.
There was something in this place. It has always been here.
She didn’t use it. She just was... it passed through her and healed.

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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."

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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."

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ledge-of-a-road počítám jako 4 slova

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Obrázek uživatele Tess

The Crossroad

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

Risa fell asleep in the truck, snuggled to Fox.
That was new.
Their destination did have a signal. It even supported videocalls.
“Should we abort?” Fox asked. “Ospery was hit quite hard.”
“How are you, Osprey?” Swan asked.
“Fine. Shaken, but fine.”
“Really?” Swan gave her quizical look.
Risa turned away from screen so the telepath could not read her mind...
That wasn’t very smart.
“There is one last place left,” Swan turned to Fox. “The decision is yours. Don’t go in if it feels similar like the last one. Extraction team will be ready.”
But better not use them.

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 Tess

Last Chance

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Opět - na pokračování, nečtěte po tématech, čtěte po šipkách.
Nebo každý zvlášť, to by snad nemělo vadit.

Drabble: 

There was no signal in this place. They could try the (possibly compromised) payphone or go somewhere else.
Unfortunatelly bus service wasn’t running on Sunday. Hitchhiking it was. Thumbs up...
Risa was still pale, but tried to look cheerful enough. Fox was cheerful by nature.
If you look good and clean, they will stop for you.
But they didn’t.
It was fourty minutes already and Risa, tired from the last night, was almost crying.
Truck loaded with sheep was coming. They lowered their hands. This one will not stop.
It did!
“You need a ride?”
The sheep smelled of hope.

Obrázek uživatele Tess

Stay Low, Stay Safe

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Na pokračování, opět mimo pořadí témat, následujte šipky.

Drabble: 

Risa shot up gasping for air.
That dark wave was not a dream. She could half-feel it. It was real. Without thinking she pulled couple of things out of her pockets and started forming a protective star.
She was never taught this, but since early childhood she knew how to protect against shadows lurking in half-seen darkness.
Her hand stopped before she began with the activation.
Do not use any magic. Under any circumstances.
This was magic. Low key, but magic.
She dropped her hand and scattered the objects into a non-pattern.
Then laid down and let the darkness flow.

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 Tess

Darkness

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Na pokračování. Nečtěte po tématech, čtěte po šipkách :)

Drabble: 

Risa completely refused to enter this hostel.
There was something she could feel at the door. Like a portal, but opposite. It didn’t take you somewhere. It took (or could take?) something away.
She wouldn’t sleep there. It was safe enough for Fox.
Fortunately, you can sleep outside in Scotland, wherever you want. And it was summer and she got a sleeping bag.
She found a nice spot.
It was after midnight when she felt some dark wave climbing and washing through the area.
She felt it in her dream. Couldn’t breath. Couldn’t wake up.
Bubbles...
Swim to the surface!

Obrázek uživatele Tess

Typical hostel problems

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Na pokračování. Nečtěte po tématech, čtěte po šipkách :)

Drabble: 

The dorms are small, the common areas not big enough for even half the hostel capacity, toilets and showers just a few, never enough pans in kitchen, never enough room in shared fridge and so on.
One of the problems, of course, is the light.
There is a light switch at the door. Just in the right height and distance so noone can reach it from their bed.
Someone needs to get up.
Turn the light off.
And then not die trying to navigate through all the baggage that clutters the floor.
Every room needs one of the last ninjas.

Obrázek uživatele Tess

You Learn Something New Every Day

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Na pokračování. Nečtěte po tématech, čtěte po šipkách :)

Drabble: 

They moved from hostel to hostel. When possible they stayed in different dorms each, to get more coverage. There were some... interesting things to notice.
And other things.
Combination lock for the hostel, for a room. Different locks, different combinations.
It opened something in Risa. She started to notice. Everything.
“The man in front of us,” she muttered to Fox when they were at an ATM one day, “had PIN 5672.”
“You couldn’t not notice, could you?”
“Nope.”
“Now we have to follow him, kill him, take his card and clear his account.”
“Ok.”
“Kid, you are a good one.”

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 Tess

Something Not Right

Úvodní poznámka: 

Nesoutěžní.
Mám dojem, že bych sem měla napsat ještě něco, tak to je ono.

Drabble: 

Edinburgh was next on their list.
Risa couldn’t wait. She loved the city, especially the upper part of the Royal Mile. It shined so much. Well, it had magic, that’s the right term for the shine. There are magical structures, half concealed portals and built in artifacts. She could see it even before and now, after her training, it will be something fabulous...
Except it wasn’t.
When they arrived, she went straight through the Roxburgh’s Close to the St. Giles cathedral.
It always shined.
Now it was just... dark.
Yes, there was something to report.
The Royal Mile turned off.

Obrázek uživatele Tess

The Briefing

Úvodní poznámka: 

Upozornění pro čtoucí po tématech: příběh na pokračování, mimo pořadí témat. Následujte šipky dole.
Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

Risa entered the headquaters with smile. It was like coming home. No, this WAS coming home. She missed it... and she wasn’t gone longer than three days.
In the briefing room Swan greeted her. Fox slid in a minute after her.
Joined mission.
“You will check these hostels. The hired help seems to have it’s own agenda. You will screen everything for magic reading devices. You will not write anything down, you will not take any pictures. You need to remember everything. Do not use any magic. Under any circumstances. Stay low and very very quiet. Stay safe.”
We will.

Obrázek uživatele Tess

When One is Enough

Úvodní poznámka: 

Na pokračování. Upozornění pro čtoucí po tématech: je zde přeskočené pořadí, následujte šipky dole :)
Nesoutěžní.

Drabble: 

“Infiltration. Monitoring. Screening. Now Osprey can be assigned for screening. She can do that well enough. And she knows Northern England and Scotland. You had Fox in mind for infiltration or monitoring?” asked Eagle.
“Neither,” Wolf said. “This calls for more than just a sneak in and out. Raven would be the best for both. It’s one location, sending more than one agent in would tripple the danger. Send Fox with Osprey, they could cover larger area in shorter time.”
“Joined mission would be good for both of them,” said Swan. “Let Raven have more space.”
The Trinity decided.
Agreed.

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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