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Alyssa crawls through the duct on eir belly, half wondering why it’s big enough to fit em, half glad enough that it is not to wonder. The small arsenal of guns and knives and exploding swords e always carries with em isn’t making things any easier. It’s not just that getting stuck here would be hell: even the sound of eir weapons scraping against the walls could be enough to get em killed.

Anyway, e has a mission to complete.

The hostages should be somewhere in the compound, but where they are exactly e doesn’t know. Searching room-by-room wouldn’t be viable even if the network of conveniently large ducts went far enough, which it doesn’t. Espionage is mission-critical, and it’s eir excuse for belly-crawling towards command central by the quickest route e can work out.

The thing that’s running this place isn’t human. It’s not even alive – just a complex collection of transistors and wires, close enough to a brain that it pretends to emotion, smart enough to have no trouble collecting followers. Its goals are admirable enough, by the propaganda: world peace, an end to poverty and disease. The usual. Its plans for getting there are not.

Alyssa memorised the compound’s blueprints before breaking into the vents. E knows where e has to go. At last, as silent as e can, e creeps up to a grate through which e can see the electrical brain that runs this place: LEDs flicker up and down its massive face like the pulse of strobe lights, giving it the barest hint of emotional expression. In front of it is a figure in uniform, decorated with just enough badges and trim to mark them – almost certainly – as Head Something-or-Other. Alyssa didn’t bother learning the titles structuring the brain’s henchpeople, but there’s a good chance this person is second in command.

The brain’s voice is a heavy drone of spinning fans and rasping metal. “Make your report.”

The henchie bows. The hostages are secure, they sign. Alyssa winces, suppressing a curse: e has to squint through the grating to make out their words, and it’s only luck that e understands the language at all. So much for easily overhearing what e needs to know.

“Are they comfortable? Well-fed? There is no need for their stay here to be unpleasant, after all.”

E thinks e reads exasperation in the henchie’s gestures. Yes. We gave them blankets, tea, a hot meal with dessert, and a large supply of puzzle books and reading materials. Some of them are still restless.

“Inform them that the use of our pool is available to them, with escort.”

At this rate we’ll get reviews as a five-star hotel.

Alyssa’s knuckles tighten. The inhuman thing in the room below em fancies itself a philanthropist, but it doesn’t understand the difference between freedom and a prison. All the dessert in the world won’t give those hostages comfort – and they know, as well as Alyssa does, that their captor will kill them without hesitation if its demands aren’t met. One every hour, starting at midnight. Alyssa’s mission is to rescue the hostages, nothing more, but e didn’t pack eir exploding swords for nothing.

“Is there anything else to report?”

No. The henchie turns and walks away, almost out of Alyssa’s range of sight, then stops and turns back again. Wait.

Their dancing fingers are almost completely obscured at this angle. Alyssa shifts eir head back and forth, trying to make out what words e can: hostages, move, room – this is it, this is what e needs, and e can’t bloody see it. E leans forwards, pressing eir face against the grate –

It comes loose with a loud clatter, and Alyssa pitches forwards into the room.

For a half a second e lies winded, trying to sort out where eir legs are and which direction is up. Something aches fiercely in eir back and shoulder. An alarm is blaring in eir ear –

E pirouettes to eir feet, barely dodging a bullet, and draws a revolver even before e has eir bearings. The duct is ripped half open, dangling a long stripe of metal from the ceiling. The brain’s LEDs are flashing in alarm. E catapults eirself towards the only shelter e sees – the open door – but the henchie is already behind it, firing, and it’s only luck that they can’t seem to hit a moving target.

Down the hallway e hears footsteps, running. E yanks the door away from the henchie’s clinging hands and slams it shut, then spins on eir toes and empties eir revolver into their head. They wasted their shots on the air, and wasted their dodging time on reloading: sloppy, but Alyssa has that sloppiness to thank for eir life.

“You will not defeat me with bullets or knives,” the brain warns em, emotionless except for the wild flashing of lights across its surface.

“I don’t need to.”

Alyssa draws the swords e has strapped to eir back, triggers the fuses, and slams them into flashing thing’s heart.

The explosion shakes the room, sending electric shrapnel flying across the room. Sparking bits of wires embed themselves in the door, the walls, the armoured shirt Alyssa never goes without. It’s pretty much ruined, but then so are eir swords.

By the time the guards break through the door to find their leader in flaming ruin, e’s hoisted eirself back into the duct and belly-crawled away for eir life. The guards don’t try to come after em. It’s a perfect crime.

Halfway through the compound, e realises e still doesn't know where the hostages are.
Written for Flash Fiction Month 2018, day 5, challenge 3: write a story including a conveniently interrupted document and an anti-villain, while lampshading one of these tropes. This year I'm also fulfilling a challenge by an anonymous contributor: every character must be queer.

I've also, somehow, been persuaded to take on a challenge by joe-wright:
The All-Star challenge.
Over the course of FFM, your oeuvre must address the following items:
  • -Something somebody once told you
  • -The sharpest tool
  • -A finger and a thumb
  • -The shape of an L
  • -What does it mean to be 'fed to the rules'?
  • -A smart brain and a dumb head
  • -"You'll never shine if you don't glow"
  • -Definitive proof that all that glitters is in fact gold
  • -A shooting star that breaks the mold
  • -The meteor men, and the hole in the satellite picture
  • -Skating on thin ice
  • -The world on fire
  • -"Can you spare some change for gas?"
  • -An all-star, getting their game on, and going to play, or alternatively and perhaps easier, a rock star, getting the show on, and getting paid.
  • -Shrek
Exploding swords courtesy of firework swords mentioned in chat.

The rest of the day's stories can be found here.

Edit 14.08.2018: replaced a handful of pronouns with names or descriptors, for ease of reading and quicker character-action associations; and adjusted the ending line for rhythm/inflection.

Wordcount: 932.

If you've enjoyed this story, you may be interested in the collection of all my FFM stories this year: Beyond Dreams. You may also enjoy my FFM collections from the previous four years: Borrowed Strength, Ephemeron, Palalgia, and Changeling.
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The-Inkling Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2018   Writer
Fantastic. I know you've been exhausted and felt perpetually behind, but you're really knocking it out of the park this year. This is so imaginative and epic, and the way you used the prompts was truly inspired (also exploding swords!). :la:
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2018   Writer
Exploding swords make everything better!

Also - thank you so much for this comment. I've been going through the super demotivated "Maybe I should just give up on words forever" part of FFM, and this gave me a breath of new life.
The-Inkling Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2018   Writer
Haha, I know that feeling very well. We're almost there though, so stay strong! :hug:
CassidyPeterson Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2018  Hobbyist
...oops :rofl:
Love that ending!
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2018   Writer
I was wondering if the ending had worked as well as I'd hoped. :D Thank you!
WindySilver Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
What a take on the challenge! Awesome work! :D
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2018   Writer
Thanks! :D
WindySilver Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! :D
SCFrankles Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
I love the pace of this and your use of description. And it's such an inspired idea that the Conveniently Interrupted Document is a signed report happening right that moment. 
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018   Writer
Thank you! I'm delighted to hear that the pacing and description both work for you: writing this one was really a bit of a struggle.
ilyilaice Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018
I especially love how the convenient interruption of the document directly leads to the protagonist being discovered. You've made the interruption itself truly relevant to the plot, which is very cool.
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018   Writer
Thank you!
NamelessShe Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2018
Very cool stuff here. I felt like I could really hear it. Good strong voice. 
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018   Writer
Thank you! This one was a struggle, so I'm very glad to hear it works. :D
TheWarOfTheRing Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2018  Student Writer
I liked this :D
GDeyke Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2018   Writer
Glad to hear it. :D
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