I’ll wait.

The road bends and winds and continues on a steep downward grade. The rain has finally stopped but the water rolling down the mountains is still making for hazardous conditions. Traffic is light but constant and if the mud starts to slide into the roadway it could definitely pile up quickly. The forecast says says there’s more rain on the way so I decide, I’ll wait.

The winds are strong and the trees shake violently, I remain vigilant hoping they don’t fall down. Without the trees I’ll loose cover and the plan will be ruined. I look around the asphalt platform, the other three are gone, but me, I’ll wait.

I hide along the vacant lot waiting to complete my duty. The three are dead their tasks complete but me, I’m still hiding, waiting for the final target. It’s been hours now and it’s just me, I’m beginning to second guess. I want to leave but I can’t so, I’ll wait.

“The shipments must be stopped, at any cost,” they told us. “If you die it’s for your country,” they reminded us. “No one will know of your sacrifice but your country thanks you anyway,” They mocked us. The trailer passes me, hours behind schedule and my reactions are delayed by my daydreams. I twist the throttle and rocket towards it, the wet roads make my decent difficult. As I approach the cab I stand on the bike. With a prayer I jump and grab onto the truck. I open the door and pull myself up. The driver looks from the road to me as I slowly close the door. I’m looking down the double barrel of a sawed off shotgun. “I can explain,” I say. “Go ahead” he says, “I’ll wait.”

-JCRyans