“Hollldddd position.” Horatio cautioned through the static microphone, “We’ve only got one shot at this!” Hamlet shifted position as 2 guards armed with M16’s walked by. Funny how a guile suite in a field can make you as invisible as a Norwegian in a snow bank. The guards walked right by, laughing over something. “Let em pass of take em out, your call.” Hamlet thought for a second. He had a silencer, but it wasn’t worth possibly giving away his position. He waited for a few more seconds before pushing forward, and sprinting to cover behind a nearby shed. Hamlet peered around the corner to witness the Presidential limo pulling up, alongside a police escort.
“I can assume everything is secure?”
“That’s a familiar voice” Hamlet thought.
“Yes President! We have taken the utmost precautions, and you…uh, forgot what I was saying. Couldn’t have been important!”
“That bumbling old man. What was his job again, a butler?” Hamlet peeked through the scope of his rifle and watched the President and most of his escorts head inside the building. “Damn it! This is going to be much harder than intended! Now we have to wait till nightfall.”
“Prince. Code name Prince, are you there? Hamlet, pick up the damn mic!”
“Sorry Horatio, was lost in thought. Any changes in Sit-Rep?” Hamlet asked.
“We have thermal sensors from drone recon showing the First Lady in her room. She’s not alone, someone is in there with her and we suspect the king! I suggest switch to thermal and approach the lady’s window on the south side of the building. From there look to the back of the room behind a curtain.”
“Perfect, this is the chance I’ve been waiting for!” Hamlet maneuvered his way around the palace, repelling up the south side of the building, until looking in the Lady’s window.
“Horatio, I’ll owe you one if you can do me a favour. There’s a phone right next to the First Lady, patch me into it.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem, give me a minute of so.” Horatio said. After a few minutes he came back replying “I’ve got it! Your mic is connected, ringing the Lady’s phone… Now.”
Hamlet watched as the First Lady looked over at her phone before picking it up. “Hello?” Hamlet heard her say through his ear piece.
“Hey, its been a while since we talked! How are you mother?” Hamlet peered through the window and watched her freeze.
“Hamlet?” What’s going on, why are you calling?”
“Just checking in. We haven’t talked in these last weeks, I’ve been so busy. I missed you.”
“Hamlet what are you doing? You’ve done so much mischief and broke so many laws. You’ve crossed Denmark, and you’ve offended your father!”
“Well you’ve offended my father! You think it was a lone sniper who ended his legacy? A random assassination for no reason? No, it was someone on the inside who did it, who betrayed him!” Hamlet peered through his thermal scope to see a shape on the other side of the room behind a curtain. “But nothing to worry about, because I’m about to end HIS legacy!”
The First Lady turned to the window, noticing Hamlet, but just too late because at that moment *BANG*! Hamlet took the shot, which flew through the window making a small hole and doing the same to the curtain. A figure stumbled through.
“I’ve been shot!” cried Polonius before crumbling to the floor.
Both the first lady and Hamlet starred for a few second in silence, before she broke it. “You bastard, you killed Polonius, you’re insane!”
“I’m sorry mother, but from the looks of things I need to leave, I’ll call you some other time.” said Hamlet as he hung up.” “Horatio, are you there? The figure was not the target, it was Cabinet Minister Polonius!”
“Damn it.” Horatio replied “Mission failed, we’ll get em next time. For now, though you need to get the hell out of there. They’ll be searching com links for any outside contact, so I suggest radio silence”
“Roger that.” Hamlet replied. “I’ll contact you when I’m at the evac site. Watch me on the thermal till then. Prince out.” Hamlet finished repelling down. He could already see guards running out with dogs and search lights. “Damn.” He started to sprint across the field to the forest about 500m from the palace, when a search team started running his direction. Just before the light fell on him Hamlet hit the ground in the guile suit and proceeded to lie without moving a muscle. The search team ran past, clearly in a hurry. Hamlet got up and continued running. “Just a few hundred metres more.” He turned around to see if anyone was nearby, just in time to be blinded by a search light. He was wearing night vision goggles, and his eyes seared with pain. He tried to get up and keep running but ran into something large and sturdy. He heard shouting all around him, so he played safe and threw his hands up. He was shoved into the ground hard, his weapons ripped away.
“Take him to the palace, I’m sure we have space for this dog.” Hamlet knew that voice very well. It was the President’s head of security, and son of the minister he had just murdered.
“Oh boy!’ Hamlet thought. “I better pray Laertes doesn’t know why they want me yet!”
Written by Maclain Battley
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