Saturday, January 19, 2013

Mission: Impossible!

Navigating the downtown crowd, someone had given him a small mp3 device. The LCD display revealed a number, which matched an embossed address on the building to his right. Crossing the street, dodging the jostling cars, he skipped up three steps to the massive glass, rotating doors.

Inside, the lobby bustled with activity. A man dressed as a porter stopped in front of him, and handed him a small, manilla envelope.

"You'll find this helpful, Mr. Banks."

The porter left, mingling with the crowd near an elevator alcove, and disappeared.

Banks found a bench seat, opened the envelope and pulled a pair of ear buds out. Plugging them in to the mp3 device, he pushed the play button. Immediately, a deep, resonant voice began speaking.

"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to warn as many people as you can about a coming disaster. You will find the tools you need in the janitors room on the other side of the elevator bay.

"Now, I should warn you, your mission will make you a target. You'll be warning people of an enemy that they don't accept as real. In fact, it's an enemy they are convinced is, essentially, good. So, you will be telling them that they're whole outlook on everyday life is backwards. Many will ignore you. Some will try to silence you.

"But there will be help. In the interest of time, I've put together a team for you. You won't be alone. But, you should know that you might be incited to argue or even fight among your team. This mission will test the fabric of your faith in its ultimate purpose. .

"If you, or any one of your team refuse this mission or fall away, deciding it isn't important, you and your actions will be disavowed. But, if you or any of your team are discovered or killed during the course of your mission, you can be sure that your message will go on. In fact, it will become stronger. And you and your actions will never be disavowed. This message will self-destruct in 5 seconds."

Banks rose from the bench, leaving the black device sitting behind. Smoke rose from it as it dissolved. Down the hall from the elevators, he found the janitor's room. Inside he found a wooden box with a book sitting on top of it. A bullhorn sat next to it.

The book had a ribbon marking a certain page. After opening it, he realized what he needed to do. 


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