Author's Note: This piece is just a random fiction piece. We had to include an old man and a mall. We also have to include the plot triangle. My plot triangle- Exposition- terrorists attack the mall, rising action- terrorists take hostages, climax- the two agents intervene, falling action- terrorists discover the two agents, resolution- the two agents are killed
Thick black smoke filled the skies over New York. The Mall of the Nation, a newly built “super mall,” has just been attacked. Inside, people were trapped inside the shopping mall as a group of Russian terrorists stormed through the building. The mall’s security had no chance against the Russians’ RPD light machine guns as they tried to repel the invading terrorists. Thirty minutes later, all the shoppers and the staff members were taken hostage and were guarded on the third floor. It appeared that they had everything under control, but little did they know that there were two American spies looking to spoil their plans.
“Alright there are only two people on the first floor guarding the door. The second floor is clear,” said Grandchild, one of the two American spies.
“There are about five near the staircase and elevators, five guarding us, and an additional three on surveillance on the first floor. Do a better job next time young one,” advised Olde Mann, the other American spy.
The two agents took a quick yet precise survey of their surroundings, and then formulated a plan to try and safely evacuate all of the hostages out from the mall. After successfully making a plan, the two American agents instantly put it to action. Phase one of the plan was to eliminate the terrorists guarding them. This task was not going to be easy because all of the hostages, including Olde Mann and Grandchild, were laying face first in an open food court.
“We’ve been sitting, excuse me, lying here for three hours now. Aren’t we ready to act?” asked Grandchild with frustration.
“Why do you think it is the time to act Grandchild?” replies Olde Mann.
“’Cause we’ve been sitting here for the past three hours! Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
“Yes, I did, but apparently you still do not know. It is time to act because they are about to change shifts.”
“Okay on my go. 3, 2, 1… go!”
As soon as Olde Mann said “go,” Olde Mann and Grandchild jumped up and sprinted to the Subway food stand. Grandchild easily cleared the food stand’s counter, but Olde Mann had trouble getting up. Knowing that they had to act fast, Grandchild grabbed him and pulled him over the counter just in time.
“That was a close one,” whispered Grandchild.
“Indeed.”
Going to the Subway food stand was no random choice. Inside the freezer in the back was where the two US agents had stashed their silenced pistols. Olde Mann and Grandchild had joined the mall’s security a couple weeks ago after CIA got a tip from an anonymous caller. The caller said that a group of Russian terrorists were going to attack this mall. CIA tracked the call from a pay phone right next to the mall, but had no clue who may have called. For the first week, security was tight at the mall, but after the seven days, security thought it was a prank and returned to normal.
“Okay Olde Mann, you ready for this?” asked Grandchild
“Yup. I got the two on the left. You take the three on the right,” ordered Olde Mann.
“Okay, fire when ready.”
Five shots were fired and five terrorists fell to the floor dead. Both agents jumped from behind the counter and dragged the bodies over to the Subway. One by one, Grandchild and Olde Mann stuffed the dead bodies into the freezer.
“I think we’re done here,” said Grandchild.
“Agreed. Let’s move on.”
The two American agents sprinted to the corner near the staircase and elevator. Olde Mann peaked around the corner and was only able to see two of the five terrorists. The two that were in sight were guarding the elevator.
“Take a peak Grandchild. See your surroundings. Remember them. Remember where your target is. Take them both out whenever you’re ready.”
Grandchild did everything he was told and was rewarded with two more dead terrorists. Without saying a word, Grandchild and Olde Mann sprinted to the staircase and took out the last three terrorists on the fifth floor. After finishing them off, the two agents slowly made their way down to the first floor. A group of five terrorists were the only ones in the two agent’s sights.
“This will be tricky. Get to the garden pots about ten yards from their position. Make sure all your shots hit,” says Olde Mann.
“Yes sir.”
“Ready, go!”
Olde Mann and Grandchild dashed to the garden pots and crouched behind them.
“No need to play spy anymore American!” said a voice.
The voice had a thick Russian accent. Olde Mann and Grandchild still stayed put hoping the voice was not intended for them.
“You do know I am talking to you two, right spies?” said the same voice.
This time, Olde Mann and Grandchild finally gave themselves up and walked toward the group of five. They were all staring at the two American spies with cold, evil looks that seemed to match their smirks.
“You talk good English for a Russian,” said Olde Mann.
“Very cute. I have to admire your courage to try and break from my grasp up there. I have to say it was pretty good, but it still wasn’t good enough. Since you killed some of my friends, I must kill some of yours,” said the English speaking Russian. As soon as he finished his sentence, he pulled out a pistol of his own and fired a single bullet into Grandchild’s head.
“No! Grandchild!” yelled Olde Mann, “How’d you find out?”
“You don’t think there are security cameras?”
Olde Mann instantly felt his foolishness. Why hadn’t I thought of the security cameras? He thought to himself.
“Goodbye Olde Mann.”
The terrorist grinned to himself. He slowly lifted his gun to Olde Mann’s head, and fired a single shot.
