Week Twenty- Two (March. 23 - March. 28)- Topic:Sleep
Winner: Sunny
The Fission Department
By Sunny
I stared at the daunting pile of papers stacked on my desk. How was I supposed to do all of it in the two hours before work ended? Then I remembered the company’s new policy, protection of the nation before personal matters. Personal matters included sleeping.
I sighed, sleep, for the past two weeks, had been replaced with giant mugs of coffee with shot glasses of Red Bull every hour. I could feel my eyeballs jittering.
I picked up the top report, after about ten minutes of reading my jittery eyes started to wander towards the cool under my desk where I stored the Red Bull. You’re becoming an addict Jen, I thought to myself.
Ignoring my inner voice of caution I opened the cooler and opened a fresh can, this time I didn’t bother to use the shot glass, I chugged the whole thing in several gulps. I had to wait several minutes before resuming my work; the caffeine rush had made everything a bit fuzzy.
As I read my mind wandered and I thought of how much my life had changed in the past several years. I had started working for the United States Government six years ago in some low-class job but after some time I was able to worked my way up to the Fission Department; which, basically, was just another name for the Atomic Bomb Department.
After several years I had created a new, bomb that had much better technology and had put me on the cover of nearly every magazine in the country. But once World War IV had broken out I had been put on paperwork duty, I felt like I was right back to the bottom of the pyramid.
Grimacing as I swished the cold, gritty coffee between my teeth and finally fighting the impulse to wretch, I swallowed and placed the mug on the edge of the desk.
* * *
By two in the morning I had read through a solid foot of paper work and correctly filed it away. I was in the middle of reading through another ten-page waffle about heightened security when my eyes picked up several works on the next report.
Throwing my current report aside I pounced on the other one. Greedily I read it; All nuclear missiles and weaponry has been programmed and is ready for action.
A slow smile spread across my face; I was done, my time was over. I entered my thirty-nine-digit password into the pad on the locked desk drawer and with shaking fingers, removed the brief case from the thick steel drawer.
* * *
I had created the most lethal bomb in the modern world so, needless to say, I had been invited for many dinners in the White House. While I had been there I had rigged the cameras and eventually, been able to steal the codes for the nuclear weapons. No, I wasn’t just an average bored worker, stuck in the office way past hours; I had been stationed there. I had a job
Six years ago I had been sent to America with fake ID and a new accent; after I rented an apartment I applied for a job in the government. I pretended to be quiet but brainy so I wouldn’t have to deal with most of my co-workers. My family and friends were back at home.
It had taken longer than expected for the war to break out than expected but it had, eventually, happened. After that I was invaluable.
Smiling, I hurried out of the building and out into the parking lot, I jumped into my Jaguar XJ220 and while driving I pulled the small phone out of my inner shirt pocket and pressed send. There was no need to enter a number; the phone was specially programmed with Dmetry’s’s number.
The tiny phone was never turned off (it was set on vibrate) and it rarely left my person, it was my connection.
I heard it ringing and finally I heard Dmetry’s Russian accent come across line. “Is everything alright?” he asked, worried.
“I have them. I’m on my way,” I answered breathlessly and snapped the phone shut again.
I drove the speed limit until I left the city, (I didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to myself) but once I was out in the country I made my way up to 213 miles per hour.
After nearly an hour I arrived at the abandoned landing strip and saw the tiny plane waiting for me. Sliding out of the car I pulled the briefcase with me and walked briskly across the field.
Once the briefcase and me was safely buckled in the plain took off, pushing me into my seat.
I laughed quietly, for the first time I wasn’t working or on duty, despite the fact that I was dead tired, I could sleep. Sitting next to me was something that in a few short hours would reduce half the country and all the people I knew and worked with, to ruble. But I was fine with that, I had always hated my boss and once this was over I could finally get a few hours of much-needed sleep.
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