- Why! Why can I not think of really catchy, cool sounding names for my main characters!? Something like Alex Rider or Steel Trapp or...Bond. James Bond! Oh wait, that's taken. -.-
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.:: MacGyver ::. wrote:
“Spion! Hinter ihm her, schnell!”
Sam Denver dodged around the corner of the building just as machine gun fire rang out and he heard the bullets slam into the edge of the bricks, barely missing him. It wasn’t every day he got shot at and was trapped inside a secret Nazi headquarters. Well, almost not every day. Another barrage of gunfire caused Sam to crouch low and run for better cover. The only thing available seemed to be the Major’s staff car. He ducked and rolled to one side of the car, just out of sight of the soldiers. Dirt scattered as more bullets rained down, trying to close in on their target.
His alert brown eyes scanned the immediate area quickly and thoroughly. The wrought iron gates leaving the Nazi headquarters were still open! They must not have had time to send any men down to secure it yet, Sam pondered. There was only one small problem. Lying between himself and freedom were at least five solders armed with pistols and submachine guns. He had lost his own pistol after escaping from Major Deur’s men. There had to be another way out. Same tried to remember the layout of the mansion and grounds that he had been required to memorize for his mission.
And what a mission it was! Infiltrate the suspected Nazi headquarters and gather all the information he could. He had been posing as a Gestapo captain by the name of Erich Roehm. After all, what Nazi would dare question the authority of a Gestapo officer? His alternate identity had served him well for the first two days; but on the third, Major Deur started asking questions. By the looks of things, he had gotten some answers. Same was called to the Major’s office that morning where he was confronted and charged with espionage. That was before Sam had escaped from the two guards who had been assigned to take him to a holding cell.
Bingo! Sam allowed himself a small smile when he spotted the row of motorcycles. He knew for a fact that most of the soldiers on the compound left the keys in the ignitions in case of an emergency which required immediate action. Taking a deep breath and saying a quick prayer, he made a beeline for one of the motorcycles. Again, bullets were raining down seeking out their target; some of them very nearly finding it.
His heart plummeted when he reached the first motorcycle. No key! A bullet pinged against the exterior of the bike and Sam ducked again. He made for the next motorcycle and was rewarded with a key this time. In record time he started it and revved the engine as he aimed it for the gate. By now the others had been alerted of the prisoner’s escape and there were two men beginning to close the gate.
He revved the engine once more and, just as the gate was about to close, squeezed past the shouting guards and sped farther away from the shots that were being fired at him.I'm not exactly sure where I want to go with this. But here goes.
Any, ANY, critique at all is appreciated since I'm a bit of a beginner.
- Please? OuO
Anything at all! Even, "It stinks!" XD