It is strange sometimes. But Allah's Will prevails, and I see yet another sunrise. Praise be to Allah.
My instructions came as they usually do, through a courier sent by my masters. Once again, this was not a simple kill order, but something to do with those powerful enough to have my masters at their beck and call.
I made arrangements with my contacts to be placed in a side show in Las Vegas, not so hard a thing to manage. Although the flights are always annoying. I entered the decadent venue of sin called Bellagio and proceeded to the conference room indicated on my orders.
The whip master, Journalist, and American Soldier were there as well. A man walked into the room and explained that we were to race to Notre Dame and retrieve a briefcase from the bell tower.
Everything shortly went downhill after that….
I can only assume it was the soldier that disabled my taxi. Inshallah.
I was able to get onto a flight to D.C. Unfortunately, the flight was hijacked by……of all things…..Terrorists…..*sigh* They gassed the passengers and I only managed to escape because Allah granted me the vision to see what was about to transpire and I hid in the lavatory.
Only by the grace of Allah was I able to kill the fools who were unwittingly ruining my mission. I set the plane to land and pretended to be one of the sleeping passengers. Being detained by the authorities was bad enough….getting rescued by the Whip Master was almost worse.
Together, we met up with the Journalist and proceeded to get to Columbia via illicit travel arrangements.
All of a sudden, bulls started running through the airport and trampling everything! I ran at the bulls and leaped onto the back of one of the lead animals along with the whip master and we barely controlled the raging animals out onto the tarmac.
After the last flight, we ended up somewhere in Libya. We got some camels and began to head to the coast. A sand storm dropped down on us and we were forced to make camp in the terrible storm. After the storm passed, as we packed up, I noticed the sand was littered with bones. I yelled at everyone to get onto the camels and we set off at a gallop. The bones came together and formed a massive army of the undead chasing after us. We barely made it to the sea in time to escape the horror. They turned to dust as they reached the Mediterranean. We boarded a boat to France.
The trip to Notre Dame Cathedral was uneventful for us three. The soldier was nowhere to be found.
We were nearing the promenade near the cathedral when I heard a crackling coming from the whisper mic set the soldier gave me the last time we had worked side by side. It turns out he had survived and was nearby. When we found him, he seemed badly injured. So we helped him into the cathedral and began the assent to the tower.
The blasted case was far out of our reach so we began climbing ladders. The shadows fell and the journalist noticed that the shadows were behaving oddly. We managed to knock down the case to the floor and raced to grab it.
By the grace of Allah, I managed to snatch up the case first and win the race.
I can only hope that the next such mission makes more sense. Though I have a feeling Allah has a sense of humor about all of this…..