Spread and Recoil is a action story I wrote 3 13 2023 it needs some editing
The idea of going hand over hand over hand was not the tiring part. The tiring part was not even the climb, it was the idea itself. Rung after, rung after, rung after, etc. The point echoing somewhere off in a distant space in my mind. Loading up and carrying my bags gave my shoulders a heavy feel that I had gotten used to. I mean wearing a heavy suit and carrying weapons around should be normal to most people “Right”. I let my thoughts drift until I reach the platform with what appears to be something of a set of monkey bars outside of a building. “Yup” the perfect place for a gymnasium. repeating the motions, I just went over mentally. Rung after, rung after rung, etc. The end Only coming after I reached the top of the building that I had been climbing.
Looking back to make sure a magical set of stairs wouldn’t appear I ready my shoulder straps and prepare to encounter the buildings occupants. Low and easy and with quick strides my large frame hidden in the night and without any lights atop the roof the tackle was forceful and graceful. Trying not to hold my hands above my head after the hit stick tackle I just hit the guard with I readjust the shoulder straps again. Thinking back on the climb and trying to figure out who puts rungs on the side of a building while carefully dragging the guard out of sight.
Lowering myself into the next floor downs window and trying to catch a whiff of whatever it was that I thought the guards may have been smoking came up with a nada. Physically fit check, ESP nothing, still a clear mind and a few willing senses made for the wafting smoke to be easy to catch after a while. What is that smell, letting my senses carry me towards the careless guard I quickly dodge into a darkened corner. Before He could get well into the room, I land a successful one two into his nicotine filled lungs. I cover his face with my palms and choke him into submission as he watches my wild eyes with his fading ones. I am sure he will think before he smokes again, at least after he wakes up or if he ever wakes up. Pulling him into a dark corner of the room. I make sure my face mask is securely covering all of my recognizable features. “Pocket check”
I doubt that the face mask and face paint would give away any of my reddish features. But then again, I hit the guy pretty hard so I doubt if his regular pay would be worth any extra trouble. I would hate to have to pay him an extra visit. Sprinting at a low speed towards the next floor trying to control my breathing and heavy foot falls. I begin to feel that a simple smash and grab would not be Worth all the stealthy tactics.
Being in the building for close to a few minutes I have only a minute or two more before one of those guards groggily gets to his feet and tries to find help. That is if they can understand that what is going on or not scared shitless from being struck that way. Finding the room wouldn’t be the problem and the task within it was not an issue. Thinking as I quietly wait for the guard to finish his routine
I find that after landing a pirouette at around 200 lbs is almost graceful enough to maybe plant my foot directly into the man’s chest and just outside of the door I need to enter. “Score” the man is Reeling backward I step into him and hip toss the man onto the ground and land one punch to make sure he is down. It was very quiet, very quick, into the room break everything in it and I’m on my way.
A foot race is not what these guys want and the daily habit of nicotine and beer make any chase unimaginable. Stealthily I head toward the fourth-floor window and jump, well past that minute or two I had been thinking about. I hit the ground in a tight roll. I sprint very quickly at close to a supernatural speed, thinking that this is Just another job well done for your “Criminal for hire.”
”WTF” What happened to my bag!?!