DS YW177- Shadow in the Snow

02 Sep

He waited for an hour, his hooded ear against the dusty wood. Around him, the abandoned Soviet library lay, filled with fragile bookshelves and still stacks of frozen paper, a solid block of concrete abandoned with many others in the middle of Siberia, an uncharted remnant of a dark era. The cold air sent shivers through his bones, shaking some of the frost off of his hair and teenage scruff. He held his trusted 9mm handgun tightly in his hand, a long silencer attached to the barrel. The bulletproof vest under the three layers of Alpine clothing wasn’t exactly comfy, and his patience was running out.

Suddenly, the heavy steel doors were thrown open, the loud metallic clang followed by heavy Russian voices. He grabbed his radio. “Delta here. The rat is in the den. Eagle clear to take-off,” he whispered. Deep breath. He checked his watch. Five minutes ‘till Eagle gets here.

A few seconds later, the metallic click of a briefcase hitting the ground resonated through the library. That’s the signal he was waiting for. Several months of investigation, all for that sound. He shut his eyes tightly, grabbed the detonator on the ground besides him, and squeezed the trigger…

… Thus detonating the intricate network of flash bangs laid throughout the library for maximum effect. Straight after the initial flash, he ran out of his cover, gun in hand, quickly spotting the eight people in the room, and sprinting towards the man with the briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, while placing two precise shots in the skulls of the men carrying the assault rifles. His close combat reflexes basically took over for the next seconds.

He threw a kick into the briefcase carrier’s bodyguard while reaching for the knife strapped to the back of his belt, tipping the still dazzled man onto the hard floor. He promptly thrust the cold steel into his primary target’s throat, and fired a bullet at the small chain to free the briefcase from the man’s arm. As soon as he held the precious cargo, he sprinted towards the heavy door. Two of the men had recovered from the flash bang, and had already taken aim at the dark figure scurrying through the bookshelves. The muzzle flashes illuminated flying sheets of paper, thrown into the air by the bullets flying past his chest. Too close for comfort.

He continued his sprint through the heavy doors, the floor alive with sparks from bullet impacts. The chase continued through the obscure, concrete halls of the Soviet complex. Having not prepared to be ambushed, the men hadn’t anticipated to give chase, and quickly found themselves isolated in the dark.

He knew this, and hid behind a corner, quietly catching his breath, waiting for the predator to become the prey, drawing the dagger once again form his belt. As soon as the first man appeared, he stabbed the blade into his temple, leaving the weapon in the falling corpse. Without waiting for his accomplice to recover from the unexpected attack, he ran towards the nearest window, and broke through the already fractured glass, falling into the crunchy snow bellow.

Quickly rising up from his fall, he ran out towards the edge of the abandoned town, putting the library’s entrance to his back. Hearing the door open, he stopped and turned around, hoping the dark would conceal his silhouette, only to find a well-aimed bullet grazing his right shoulder.

“Hands in the air!” One of the four men yelled at him in Russian. He complied, checking the time on his watch in doing so. It had been exactly 5min. He smiled inwardly. The man had started to ask who he was working for, but was interrupted mid-sentence by a blinding light from above, quickly followed by the chopping sound of rotors, which had until now been overpowered by the whistling wind.

As he resumed his escape, disappearing into the night, he heard the radio on his chest burst to life. “Eagle has landed. Over!” Despite himself, a smug grin appeared on his face. Even if he would get no credit in the official report, even if his jobs required him to take lives, satisfaction resonated throughout his being.

Now all that was left was a trek through the windy Siberian tundra to get to his extraction point…


Had to stay up very late at night to complete this one… Anyway, another spy story for this week. Hope you enjoyed. Comments appreciated!


Posted by on 2 September 2014 in Dragonspark, Speakeasy


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28 responses to “DS YW177- Shadow in the Snow

  1. thewizardsword

    2 September 2014 at 20:48

    What a great write! I never got into spy stuff before ‘meeting’ you. 🙂

    • DragonSpark

      3 September 2014 at 16:23

      Glad I could introduce you to the genra then (not that these are James Bond worthy) ! I have also been introduced to some amazing pieces over on your blog (that bus one w/ the deportation of Jews during WW2 will stick to me for a long time, I think), which goes to show the synergy that blogging creates. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!

      • thewizardsword

        3 September 2014 at 23:23

        My pleasure, DragonSpark.

  2. joetwo

    2 September 2014 at 21:00

    Good story, nice pacing. One thing. I don’t think ‘Stalinian’ is a word. ‘Stalinist’ might work but ‘Soviet’ or ‘Soviet Era’ might suit better for architecture.

    • DragonSpark

      3 September 2014 at 16:30

      I’m fairly certain it is, as I’ve heard it used before, but “Soviet” does sounds better to me. Thanks for the feedback! Thank you for stopping by and reading!

  3. glasgowdragonfly

    3 September 2014 at 14:06

    Wow! I was there! Full of action as ever. Nicely done!

    • DragonSpark

      3 September 2014 at 16:32

      Thanks Dragonfly! I’m glad you liked it. ^_^

  4. Shannon

    3 September 2014 at 16:41

    I’ve been reading spy stuff since I was a kid, serious guys like Ludlum and LeCarre, to light-hearted fast-paced beach reads and I really enjoyed this piece. Brought me right into the scene and the character and held me to the end. I do have to say that, regardless of grammar, I like it when words are ‘created’ to drive a meaning home (not butchering real words, mind you) so even if it’s not a real word, I enjoyed Stalinian. If Webster’s gets to change the definition of ‘literally’ to include the opposite of literally, we’re pretty free to do what we’d like…

    • DragonSpark

      3 September 2014 at 16:51

      Ah… you might be disappointed. I switched it to “Soviet”, probably as you were writing your comment! -.- But I’m surprised so many of you insist it’s not a word. I’m sure I’ve heard it before… was it in French? Anyhow, I’m glad that you liked this piece. This is actually the third time this character makes it into one of my pieces, two of which he was the protagonist. I kinda like this very stereotypical, almost cold-war-esque (THAT was a made up word) feel. Whatever the case, thanks for stopping by and commenting!

  5. Patricia Rivera

    4 September 2014 at 00:54

    Yeah, I love spy stories, and this was a great one. Awesome.

    • DragonSpark

      4 September 2014 at 16:21

      Thanks! Always nice to see you stop by. Glad you liked this one!

  6. tnkerr

    4 September 2014 at 03:06

    Nice DS. It moved well (read that as “Action Packed”). How long must he trudge across the tundra till he is at the extraction point. I worry about the cold.

    • DragonSpark

      4 September 2014 at 16:24

      He’ll be fine, I think. He’s been trained for this… Thanks for stopping by Tnkerr! Your thoughts are always welcome here! ^_^

  7. inNateJames

    4 September 2014 at 04:12

    Loved the detail of the muzzle blasts illuminating the pieces of paper in mid-air. Like something out of an action movie. I also liked after he went through all of that he had to travel by himself, vulnerable to the enemy and the cold, and wait to be picked up. Like he was going to a bus stop of something! A couple very small typo things: I think you mean unchartered in par. 1. I think you mean hoping in par. 8. And par. 7 has some confusing pronouns.

    • DragonSpark

      4 September 2014 at 16:28

      Paragraph 1 is correct. I did mean uncharted, as in, not on a map. Thanks for pointing out the two other errors though. I need that kind of feedback. I’m glad you enjoyed this one, despite the typos. Thanks for reading and commenting!

      • inNateJames

        4 September 2014 at 16:41

        My mistake. I was thinking ‘unchart’ isn’t a word (and it isn’t, oddly). Thanks for teaching me a new word. As I said, the typos are a small thing.

  8. Love Happy Notes - Daily Fun and Inspiration

    4 September 2014 at 08:35

    Another great action spy write from you. Thanks.

    • DragonSpark

      4 September 2014 at 16:34

      Why are you thanking me? ^_^ These comments are the most rewarding thing about blogging. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. Glad you liked it!

  9. Blake

    4 September 2014 at 16:21

    By now, of course, I’m used to reading lots of fast-paced action in your stories but what I really like here is how you slow it down occasionally, in order to bring the detail of the scene into focus. For instance, I think “fragile bookshelves and still stacks of frozen paper, a solid block of concrete abandoned with many others in the middle of Siberia, an uncharted remnant of a dark era” is wonderfully atmospheric and really helps to make the story memorable.

    • DragonSpark

      4 September 2014 at 16:41

      Yea, I purposely kept it slow at the beginning to paint the scene and hint at some context. I’m not great at keeping the context away from the reader until the end, so giving all the boring info at the beginning and going into the action second seems to be my go-to story structure. I’m glad you liked this beginning. Thanks you for stopping by, and for the kind words!

  10. Silverleaf

    4 September 2014 at 17:00

    Wow! Amazing action, DS. Your late night paid off! I felt like I was immediately in a movie (James Bond for eg.) and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. You did a great job of, also like the movies, making it seem he was about to get it a few times, but then resolving it nicely. Like Nate, I enjoyed the line about the illuminated bits of paper, and also “the floor alive with sparks from bullet impacts.” I want to know what was in the briefcase, though 🙂

    • DragonSpark

      6 September 2014 at 14:56

      Thank you for the kind words, and sorry for the late reply. It seems my lecture notes and assignments are willing (and rather determined) to follow me well into the weekend. About your question: one of the good things about micro fiction is not having to fully flesh out the plot (even the seemingly key elements), but if you must have something to put in that briefcase, it’s probably filled with blood diamonds, or nuclear launch codes, or a program that can hack into wall street, or even the name and address of all NSA/FBI/CIA agents in the world… and maybe the president’s mistress’s picture and lip stick brand. What would it take for you to send a teenage superspy in the far reaches of Siberia to recover?

  11. Suzanne

    4 September 2014 at 17:00

    Such a fun, action-packed read! Love the setting and your use of language to bring the reader right there with you. 🙂

    • DragonSpark

      6 September 2014 at 14:57

      Thank you, Suzanne, for the kind words. I’m having a lot of fun with the spy genra, and writing about this 21st century cold war type setting has been fun. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!

  12. Splendid Empress

    4 September 2014 at 19:53

    I felt the cold! Especially at the beginning and end of the piece. I like how you played with the pace a bit, hard to do while writing an action story. Nice job!

    • DragonSpark

      6 September 2014 at 15:00

      Thank you for the kind words, and sorry for the late time has been rather rare lately… Glad the writhing was to your liking. It’s not exactly the right season for a snowy story like this, but it was definitely a fun write! Thanks for reading and commenting!

  13. J. Raven

    5 September 2014 at 01:57

    Took me there – good story that kept me interested.


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