Black Trench And The Eyes Wandered Aimlessly Through The...

Under the tenderness of a blanket, Raven squinted through the window at the piercing rainfall. London had a crisp air on an early December morning, and today followed suit. As Raven’s eyes wandered aimlessly through the congested area of families and business people, a peculiar man and object had slowly consumed his concentration. Wearing a black trench coat and a claret coloured fedora, the man had entered the object yet was more unassuming than a Galapagos turtle. Two minutes had gone by and Raven had been put in a perplexed standard; he was confused as to whether to be intrigued or bored. As he leant down to taste his hot chocolate, what he next saw left him bewildered. The man had vanished without a sight, as if the telephone was used†¦show more content†¦I only had two options: give up and let the Lebanese Resistance Army cuff me and bring end to this insanity or the heroic option; slaughtering my way out the Kadisha Valley, returning back to HQ with 60% more Int el and adding even more justification on why I was more deserving of the MI6 ‘Most Promising Agent’ superlative. My job was simple. Infiltrate the LRA’s HQ in order to receive intelligence on Ravhim Ruallah, LRA’s notorious kingpin. After constant war crimes, racketeering and corruption within the Lebanese government led to civil unrest in the late 2000’s. After 4 years of no known criminal activity, it was notified that Mr Ruallah had passed away. Although this is the case there have been numerous sightings between the terrified civilians refuging in the Kadisha Valley who have noted harmful substances circulating what seemed to be a radioactive facility. It was Mi6’s job to investigate, and in what better fashion than using its new prodigy to get his hands dirty. â€Å"Stop Uztaaz!† an Arabic accent exclaimed. The metal rattling from around his waist confirmed he was carrying a firearm. I smirked as an anecdote flew across my subconscious. The camouflage from my trench suit blended with the flora and fauna as I hid behind a Kadishan tree. In exhaustion my head hit the tree as I began to rest. There was a reason why the Kadisha is colloquially known ‘Arz