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The Bag - Caught!

A Story Every Day in 2024 June 13th 165/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished about a month ago 2 min read
The Bag - Caught!
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This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.

The last episode link is here if you missed it: The Bag - Decision


The Master of the Games was wrenched forward as the Hummer hit the kerb.

"Jesus, Marshall! Rein it in!"

The contrast between the two men was palpable: the eagerness of the driver, fizzing, compared to the jaded resignation of the Master. The Master thought of his mother and knew that he could not fail.

No apology from Marshall. He had already exited the Hummer, his door banging as the Master leapt out. Marshall handed over the Disruptor to the Master as they both stepped quickly onto the pavement.

The Master wanted to move quickly. PREPPING the Disruptor had meant concealment for him and his men. PRIMING meant the weapon was ready to release the stasis wave needed for capture.

The Master looked at the display: PRIMED.

"Marshall, did you PRIME or PREP?"

Marshall hesitated and looked at his own display with chagrin.

"I thought I PREPPED, sir!"

The Master knew it was enthusiastic clumsiness but his heart both lifted and sank: it was lifted because he may avoid excessive hurt to someone today ; it had sunk because there would be consequences.

Fuck. The Master thought, not a man to swear.

The mistake could have alerted her. She was evolving all the time, gaining sensitivity with each passing day despite her weakness. He hoped He hadn't noticed.

But the "other" might still be there, and he was really why they were here in the first place.

"Stay!" he instructed Marshall who tried not to let his disappointment show.

This was costing them precious seconds. Marshall...The Master's insides winced for him as he realised what he would have to do. But first - to the task at hand.

Perhaps the PRIMED status of the Disruptors would have helped them, if he was an untested Perceptive. He may be experiencing enough discomfort for the Master to take him with ease.

He opened the door to the café. He could sense that Ella was gone but the man was still there. He had his back to them, to their cameras. Still. Very still. On the table, the Master was disturbed to see Malcolm's book.

Inching forwards, he depressed the trigger on the Disruptor and reached for the man.


365 words

Oh no! Jason might be caught!

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Comments (6)

  • Lana V Lynxabout a month ago

    Jason needs to get out of there :).

  • I’m hoping Marshall’s muff up might somehow save Jason… but it’s not looking good for Marshall.

  • D.K. Shepardabout a month ago

    Big fan of the Master’s perspective! I’m worried for Jason, but perhaps more concerned for Marshall…

  • Mark Gagnonabout a month ago

    I liked your use of the terms Prep and Prime. It gives it a military operation feel.

  • Hannah Mooreabout a month ago

    Why so still!

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    I'm still confused with Disruptors and Perceptives but now you brought in PRIME and PREP. What do you take me for, woman? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Jokes aside, oh nooooo, Jasonnnnnnn!!!!

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