Writing exercise #0004

Danae found a foothold, then looked up for a handhold and repeated the process. Soon she was shimmying up a crack in the rock. Then came the hard part, maneuvering under and the up to the top of the outcropping on the cliff. But with practiced grace she steadily moved along the face of the rock. Until finally she was hauling herself up over the lip of the cliff and onto relatively flat ground.

She looked around and saw the house, set upon or maybe even made of a further pile of rock. She took a drink from her water bottle, then started towards it. Her eyes were open for security measures. She avoided several, motion detectors. Then she spied the cameras. She carefully circled the house until she found an area with minimal cover. Then she took the bow that was over her shoulder and shot out that camera. She ran at the house and climbed the rock under it with a quick ease, kicked in a window, and ran at the man sitting in the chair.

Before she could nock another arrow he was up in a flash, aiming an expensive submachine gun at her. She raised her hand and started backing away. "Stop, or I will shoot you, girl," he threatened. That made her mad, she was a woman, not a little girl. But she stopped as he gestured with the gun and said, "Take the bow and place it in front of us. Then do the same with the arrows."

She complied, but when she set the arrows down she whipped one out the quiver and into the barrel of the gun, without hesitation. "I wouldn't pull that trigger if I was you," she said as his finger tightened around it. Then she calmly picked up another arrow and the bow, nocking the arrow as she did so in one swift motion. Now the arrow was pointed at him and she was shaking her head, saying "I suppose you saw me coming somehow. That really doesn't matter."

He looked her up and down, "I don't know who sent you, but I'll double what they're paying you." She laughed, "Do you know how cliche that is? Come on." She shook her head, "Really, you should have figured this out by now. I'm the warrior that's trained since childhood to get my revenge on you for killing my people, yadda yadda." She laughed again. "B-b-but I didn't do-" he stammered before she cut him off, "Don't bullshit me. I may not be some revenge killer, but we both know the shit you did warrants this. That's not why I'm here, though." He was shaking somewhat as she leveled the arrow at him, and he blurted out, "Why are you here, then?" She laughed again, "None of your damned business. Now march"

She led him out of the house and down the steps in the front, to the helicopter pad. A shiny black helicopter waited there for them. "This is your great plan? Hijack me on my own helicopter? If you shoot me in it, we'll just crash," he practically shouted. She replied, "Actually-" and shot him in the back of the knee. As he crumpled she continued, "-I just didn't feel like dragging you all the way to the helicopter." And then she kicked him in the back of the head, hard.