Glen Delcraft: Mindful Murder

"Listen, James!" Mark had replied. "We're not here to eat ourselves sick, we're here to find whoever has, 'Mission Marson' on their search history. Absolutely NOBODY can discover what it is. At least nobody what we've already captured." And that's when they both heard a 'THUMP' coming from down the hallway, from Glen's room. Mark put his finger to his lips, grasped his gun, and slowly started tiptoeing down the hallway towards Glen's room.

Glen had just gotten up out of his chair with a plan in mind on how to distract the thieves, when his shoe had gotten stuck in the pair of jeans he hadn't put in the laundry yet. They were laying on the floor. Glens shoe got stuck, and, WHOMP! Glen fell and hit the floor.

He could hear the men quietly walking towards his room, and knew he was doomed. He was still laying helplessly on the floor, what could he possibly do to make sure these thieves didn't harm him- or worse, kill him? He was in plain sight, and if he moved and tried to get his shoe uncaught in the jeans, he would make noise and that would confirm the men knew he was in the room.

BOOM! The door flew open.

Nothing.

"Alright, there's nothing in here." James said as he took a quick look, and tried exiting the room.

Mark stopped him. "We can't just blow off every room in the house like this. We need to look more carefully. You, go search the master bedroom, I'll search everywhere else." The two men left the room, and continued to search.

Glen sighed in relief, and rolled away from beside his mahogany bed. Mahogany was a brown color, And thank God for my brown hair, brown shirt, and dark colored jeans. Glen thought. Had the men looked more carefully, they would have easily found Glen. But they had been tricked by one of the most simple illusions- camouflage.

Glen pulled the jeans off of the bottoms of his shoes, and tiptoed out of his room, as he heard the two men knocking everything over that had been in the other rooms of the house. He reached his rifle, and brought it down off of the holder. And that's when his idea came into play.

Glen walked through the remains of the door the men had destroyed, and outside. There, with his rifle, he kneeled behind a rock and took aim through a window. The window leading into the master bedroom.

Glen saw James rummaging through what looked like closets, for he thought somebody might have been hiding in there from them. And he took aim, right towards James's abdomen. And fired.

The bullet soared through the window, and shattered it to pieces. Then, it buried itself down into the bottom of James's stomach. The man fell, quickly dying.

Did I just kill him? Glen thought. I...I din't mean to kill him.... I just wanted to immobilize him. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over Glen. This wasn't like in any of those war games: Modern Warfare, Brothers in Arms, where you just killed somebody and that's that. Killing someone in real life was the real thing. And once it's been done, there's no changing it. YOU JUST STOLE SOMEBODY'S LIFE!!!!! He thought to himself. YOU SELFISH LITTLE-

Mark heard the shattering of the window, and rushed to find James on the floor, bleeding badly.

That was when Glen saw Mark, also. Should I take chances of killing him, or try to immobilize him, also? Thought Glen. Then his decision was final. He loaded his gun.

Mark heard it. The sound of a gun being loaded. He looked out of the window, saw Glen pointing the gun at him, and instantly raised his machine gun, and open fired.

It was Glen's worse nightmare. A shower of bullets slammed against the floor in front of him, and he knew that if one were to hit him, it was all over. He raised his hands in surrender, and that's when the bullets stopped. "Freeze there, punk." Mark had said to him, gun still fully loaded.

Glen looked down in disappointment as Mark came out of the house. When Mark reached him, he grabbed him really hard, and started dragging him towards the vehicle parked in the road. A black Shelby Mustang GT500. Mark shoved Glen inside, and got in the drivers seat. He sped off.

"All I did was Google what 'Mission Marson' was." Glen tried explaining to Mark.

"And you shouldn't have. Because now, I've got to hold you in captivity." was his reply.

"And why do you have to do that?"

"We can't have anybody know what it is. But... Since all of the others who have tried finding out what it was know now.... I guess it wouldn't hurt-"

Glen cut him off. "Tell me."

"Alright. Mission Marson is a task me and a large group of others called 'Black Cobra' have established. The purpose of it is to break into the Pentagon while undercover, and kill the head of authority there- Daniel Marson. From there, we will be able to control what happens to the U.S., and we will be virtually unstoppable. Because if who we're commanding to do a task doesn't do what they're told, we already know the locations of all of the nuclear weaponry, and how to set it off. One person not listening will be killed, but in numbers, we have the power to make America do whatever we want. And if they don't, we all will be killed by the nuclear weapons." Mark said.