Very good, Kinetic IV. I wish you well in your secret and sneaky endeavors.
I shall then infiltrate Kamp Apokiliptika and earn their trust -- until the next turn of my coat.
(Furtive footsteps are heard as a shadowy figure skips and hops between the trees. He reaches the fence. There he starts timing the sweeps of the search lights with a stop watch, then quickly calculates how often the beams all converge on the clearing. Waiting patiently, he anticipates the next maximum illumination. As the moment approaches, our hero covers his eyes. The kliegs all converge like wolves on a deer; then just as suddenly leave the clearing in utter darkness. (Maybe I should enter that Bad Writing Contest ?)
At the instant the clearing goes dark, our hero (still, yes) leaps from his hiding place, scales the fence, and runs across the clearing to the side wall of the barracks. There he quickly reverses his shirt, revealing an iron-on Kamp Apokiliptika emblem. He straightens himself into a brash pose of confidence and bravado, then saunters onto the Kamp’s central plaza and approaches a guard.
“Say, you’ve been here a while, haven’t you?”
“Sure. Last year too. But I haven’t seen you before.”
“I just transferred in. Can’t find my way around yet. Could you give me a tour?”
“You’re not a spy, are you? Or Norwegian?”
“Moi? No way, Francois.”
“Good. Let me show you all the Apokiliptical secret things, like the big safe and stuff.”)
Agent Junior Cadet 00-Elliot, Safecracking School, Mil.Org. Academy, Bekkelagshøgda, 1954.
No word on what happened to the guy who was standing in those shoes a moment earlier.
