Thread: I Spy - (Raivh & Loveme)

Looming over the general, grinning like a deviant child, Alex rested one elbow on his knee and leaned forward a bit. What did you need to see me for at such an hour? Alex kept his eyes trained on the general, while the general lowered his gaze to the offending boot on his desk. Finding himself in a position of power and one that evidently irritated the older man, Alex lifted his toe and ground out the heel of his boot, smudging and even tearing the papers beneath it. After that, he slid his foot back and grated the bottom of it over the edge of the desk before letting it plop loudly back down on the ground. The general reached out, ignoring Alex's pleased and taunting expression, and slowly shoved the papers off the edge of the desk into a trash bin on the floor. No matter, the general started, settling back into his chair again, one arm on each rest. He quirked his brow quickly in a mock shrug off of the insult. That's why you're here, anyway. With a single nod of his head and raised brows, Alex sighed and wandered over to a nearby bookshelf. There, he toyed with a few photos, including one of the general's wife. He glanced over his shoulder and waved the photo at the general, an action he could tell prompted an increased degree of annoyance. With a smirk, he kissed the photo and set it back down. God bless her, he said, angling the photo back to exactly how it had been before he'd disturbed it. Go on, then. About to stalk back toward the general's desk, the two men jerked their heads in the direction of the door. Deserter! Deserter! The shout met their ears, muffled, but with clarity. Casting a sideways glance at the general, Alex furrowed his brow. The general smiled a half smile and lifted his hands in a dismissive gesture. As I was saying, your target has infiltrated our camp. Better thank that boy. Without so much as another word, Alex was stomping toward the doors and throwing them open. Lights were flicking on everywhere throughout the camp and men and women coming out of their bunks, sleepy, dazed, and confused. Rushing toward the young solider, Alex grabbed a fistful of his uniform with one hand. Less running your mouth, more capturing the rat! Gun, now! Alex bellowed to a nearby guard. The man tossed his lieutenant a weapon on command. It felt light. Revolver, he assumed. It didn't matter. As long as it had bullets and he could use it to help immobilize her, that was all that mattered. As quickly as he'd grabbed a hold of the man, he released him. The soldier's eyes were bugged in terror of his mistake, and he started to stutter an apology, but it was too late. Long, muscled legs carried Alex across the snow with ease. He was used to the cold, used to the terrain, and didn't need to see every crack, rock, dip, and slight hump to make his way quickly and easily toward the woods. His breathing was steady as he ran, glancing left and right, and then straight ahead of him. He squinted his eyes, believing them to have caught sight of a shadowy figure ahead just in time for it to disappear. He scoffed under his breath and his legs pump faster, plowing through snow drifts in running, jumping sprints to reach the escaping woman. Once he reached her, he stood over her, staring down into the pit, legs spread out to help block an escape. Stop! Alex commanded, aiming the barrel of the gun at the woman's snow-covered form. His attention shifted her for a split second and glided over various flashes of light heading in their direction. He moved around her in a circle, a wolf stalking his prey, only his teeth had fire in their bite. Slowly, he pulled the hammer back into half-cocked position, maintaining range of his focal point and target.