Mission Impossible

January 25, 2008 -

John Heald

I stalked the show room like a cheetah stalking his prey. I was ready, poised like a coiled spring waiting to explode from the shadows……………..I waited……. keeping to the edges of the Victorian Lounge…………nobody noticed me………I was the grey man.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move……something that made my defenses stand to…………I had found him……..my prey…………and he was mine.
 
I crept toward my target……mouth open…..breathing through my nose so he would not hear or smell my jerk-pork-flavored breath……………I told myself that I should have had a pre-mission Tic Tac.

 I stopped about 10 feet short of where he sat. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt and jeans and his muscles rippled through this sleeves……………this was not going to be easy. I considered calling for back up but decided against this in case any sudden additions to the area where he sat would alert him. I remembered my training and before my final approach I made sure that no coins or loose objects were in my pockets and would rattle thus alerting the target which I had designated………Tango 1.

It was time. You don’t think about danger at this point. Your mind is focused only on the mission as you play out each and every scenario and my mission was to take down Tango 1 who had become a clear and present danger.

I waited………..suddenly and without notice he drew his weapon……..I had been slow……….too slow………….I would have to act now before it was too late and he fired. I sprang from the shadows ignoring the yelps of pain from other guests as I trod on their feet………….I only had eyes for Tango 1’s weapon.

I watched as though in slow motion as his right index finger hovered over the trigger……….from this distance it was hard to tell what the weapon was……….it could be a Browning, a Glock but as I ran full pace towards him my worst fears were realized…………it was a Radio Shack……….one of the most powerful weapons in the world. I was now inches from the target and I new it was now or never.

He had seen me, he was confused and panic set in……………would he fire his weapon and go down fighting or would he realize that he was out gunned and surrender………………..he looked at me…studying his opposition. I expanded my chest to make myself look bigger and stronger……my eyes borrowing into his. never flinching. I watched his trigger finger ready to use my close combat fighting skills to disarm him…………..and then…………….without saying anything……………he put down his weapon………he was beaten.

I took the weapon from him making sure my finger did not accidentally touch the trigger. I bent over and whispered some words of wisdom in his ear ……. took the weapon and returned to my seat. I was on a high, adrenalin was pumping through my veins and I knew that it would be some time before I would come down from the excitement of this mission.

Yes, I had made some mistakes. My approach vector had been all wrong and my shoes were new and squeaked which could have alerted him……….but …….I had won…………I had captured the weapon and it would be locked in the safe until the end of the cruise. The battle was mine……………that was one 12-year-old who would never use a laser pointer on the dancers ever again.

Until the next mission

Goodnight
John

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