The fools had left the base all but unguarded; the windows were even unlocked! His eyes lit up in glee as he scanned the room and noticed a pink poster with a kitten. Scoffing to himself he pulled out his marker and began to scribble on the kitten, adding horns and cross eyes as he suppressed a chuckle. A voice berated him in his mind and he stopped mid hitler stache. Now wasn't the time for pranks his inner voice ranted, now is the time to cripple the enemy fool! Noticing a mirror he looked at himself for the first time, the Vizard corps spared no expense and they told him ( for his out fit that is) they "claimed" to have broken the bank on this one but Landen coulda swore he saw this hoody and sweat pants he was wearing in the dirty laundry just hours before they gave it to him for his top secret mission. He was to enter the enemy base and retrieve "The Bottle".
He was told it would cripple the one known as Stefan, cripple him in such a way no wheel chair could help! Shaking his head Landen moved down the halls, each door frame marked off with a name. His marker was back out and he added his own flair as he went. Now instead of the actual names the plaques said "Butt nose" "pube chin" "Foot tooth" and so forth. As he was writing "Butt munching queen of farts" upon the last door he noticed the name, Stefan. He almost yelped with excitement as he entered the room to find it vacant. This was it, the final moment! He crossed the room with a quiet haste when he spotted The Bottle just sitting out on the open on a desk, here was his prize, here was the reward for his hard work! THE HAIRSPRAY! He held it in his hands as tears welled in his eyes. Shaking his head Landen slowly retreated down the hallway from whence he came and out the window into the night, but not before writing "Vizard Rule" on the kitten poster with a slight giggle....
|Death is but the first step in life|