Wraith No More, Ch5I was completely speechless. Of course I was what possible response can there be to such a story? There was more depth to that story than I realized at the time, and I suspect that even now I cant understand the full meaning of her words.
What I did understand, however, was that here was a woman who needed help, and she had come to me. Sure, she wasnt exactly a maiden in distress, and I was certainly no knight in shining armor heck, I probably was more likely to be the one in distress than she was but while it wasnt a usual setting for me to suddenly become a hero, it was still a setting. I had never before even imagined that I could find such a setting at all, so regardless of its unconventional nature, I was glad to jump into it.
As I hurried to catch up to Zero she was already at the door, and I suspected she would not be pleased to turn around and find me not right behind her a thought occurred to me: Just how was I s
Wraith No More, Ch4I suppose that I owe it to you to start from the beginning. As I said before, my designation is WRAITH Unit Zero-Four-Two-Zero. I am only one of many WRAITH units operating within the WRAITH program. WRAITH is a recursive acronym, meaning WRAITHs are Reconnaissance and Assassination-oriented Intelligent Tactical Humanoids.
The WRAITH program does not officially exist there are no records of our activities in any major government or military facility, and those few that do exist are tightly controlled with self-destruct functions. This way, in the off-chance that any of us are captured, the evidence can be instantly destroyed regardless of the circumstances, our government can and will deny our existence. The majority of the information is known only by the leaders of the program, whose identities are kept strictly confidential. I doubt even my handlers know who they report to.
We WRAITHs are never told anything more about our missions than the objectives
Wraith No More, Ch3Why are you being so kind, knowing that I will kill you?
It was the first thing either of us had said since she told me the first destination to program into the transport. Apparently I was going to have to fly on manual after we got there, and, combined with the awkward silence, combined with the prospect of flying manual for perhaps the first time since I passed the licensing test, had slowly eaten away my pathetic, wooden shield of bravery from earlier.
I err . This was exactly the situation that the Baseball Team Ace lived for; this was what a hero could respond to in his sleep. Me? It took a couple tries.
I dont know. Strike one. I mean, err I might as well . Swing and a miss. No, I mean . Well, everyone deserves to be treated nicely, right? Im well, Im nobody special, but I try to be nice to everyone. At least, thats what people tell me. On my last chance I hit the
Wraith No More, Ch2The trip home was fortunately uneventful. You might say that my once tenuous belief in God was somewhat restored when we werent stopped by anyone, and nobody was around to notice me escorting a blood-covered woman from my transport into my apartment. It seemed almost too easy, really, after the heart-pounding trip from the coffee shop, but I wasnt going to concern myself with that. All that I could concern myself with at that time was not getting caught, and living to see the next day. Actually, I wasnt even too concerned with seeing the next day, really. Right then, I was just terrified that we might be caught.
Once inside, I hastily showed her to the bathroom, fearing that any delays would be cause for the death she so often threatened. I experienced my first real shock when she then began to undress with me in there as though it were the most natural thing in the world. It didnt occur to me that a woman who wouldnt be bothered if she had to kill ten peo
Wraith No More, Ch1I am not a hero. Im just not that sort of guy. Since childhood, Ive never once taken the initiative and done something great, and Ive never been in a position of leadership or any real responsibility. Now, Im not a recluse, lets not jump to any conclusions please! I was on the school baseball team from middle school through my senior year in high school and was fairly active in the Theatre program. But, I just never was the kind of guy that people point to and say, Wow, there goes the hero of the game last night he got us the win at the last second or Hey, hes playing the lead in the show next week!
The fact is, I still am not that kind of guy, and doubt I ever will be.
After high school, I got into a decent college and eventually landed a decent job that pays enough for me to afford a decent apartment and decent furnishings. But, it was nothing more than decent; my job was basically grunt work a metaphor for my