Orders

The Black messenger

The black crow pushes against the plummeting rain across the borders of France; the black eyes reflected its determination to get to its destination. Fat beads of rain drips down the belly of the crow as it crosses the damp fields and towns below. Gripping the letter under its shady orange claws, the crow enters a secluded unmarked area in Luxemburg, the area was a thick evergreen forest with a clearing in the middle. The crow prepared to dive down into the clearing. Smoke was coming slowly arising out of the clearing, and the supposedly secret camp lay in the clearing. Pointing its head down, the crow started to dive, trying to get its message from the Alliance to the undercover agent. The crow seeming got closer to the forest, as if something wanted to reach out. But as soon as the crow got through the branches. BANG! A net surrounded itself over the crow. Instinct kicked in for the crow, as it tried to fly away. But it was no use, as the net was connected to a metal fish line, pulling the crow in. The crow gave up hope and let itself drop the ground. Fluttering around, it eyed to men glaring at the messenger. They removed the net, clammering on what it could be carrying. They released the crow from its containment, but the crow just got thrown out of the frying pan, into the fire, as the one of the men grabbed it's wings and spread them apart forcefully. He took the message out of the crow's claws and opened it. The man that shot the net spoke aloud in German, "What is it, Commander?"

The man who was reading the letter turned around to the shooter, and spoke in an angry tone, "We have a traitor." The Commander slowly turns to the crow, crouches down so that he could look the crow in eyes. Although the crow has went through many ordeals, the crow never was this scared in it's life.

"Thank you, black messenger." Said the Commander. The Commander takes out his Luger P08, cocks the firearm, and places the cold steel against the crow, and pulls the trigger.