In the movie, the story takes place before those events when Evelyn Salt is still a double agent and loyal to the Russian Government. It shows that she has been leaking information to the Russian Government and leaking information from the CIA and America for years before she has a change of heart.
This fan fiction is based on the movie Salt and the events therein. In this movie, Evelyn Salt is senior CIA agent who is caught red handed providing the Russian government with intelligence and then kills CIA agents. She is eventually found out and is hunted by the American Government because they believe her to be a Russian agent who is an enemy of America.
There were some loud sounds coming from outside. I had a headache because of the loud sound. I covered my body with my blanket again, I tried to close my eyes harder and harder but I couldn’t sleep. I turned my body to the right again. I always wriggle my whole body before falling asleep. These days, I often suffer from insomnia. I worry about how much I’m sleeping because my insomnia is so excruciatingly bad. I’m constantly opening my eyes minute after minute because of my history as a mole and always having to be alert.
I was waiting for that fucking noise sound to stop as it was like a drill to my skull.
Dark, awake and asleep, I couldn’t control myself and I was constantly trying to check the time on my phone but I was too tired to move my body. Eventually I built up the energy to confront the noise and managed to drag myself to the door but I was stopped in my tracks. I had forgotten to turn the kitchen light off. Dazzled in the bright light I became momentarily blinded. Then it hit me, Dejavu. A few days ago, I remembered a similar situation in which fluorescent light flooded the room as I was sending intelligence to my contact at a safe house.
Oh, no! If I am caught I will be captured and questioned, maybe even killed. There’s no way for me to escape. It’s my only option, shoot.
I draw my Glock 23 .40 from my jacket and proceed to aim towards the bright lights illuminating the doorway. BANG! My first bullet cleanly rips through the first CIA agents head splattering his gooey brain all over the doorway. BANG! The second agent is dead before the first even hits the ground. I don’t have much time until more agents arrive at the scene so I move quickly. I grab both of the bodies and drag them simultaneously out to my yellow Lamborghini Aventador. I speed away only stopping to drop the bodies into the river that divides the city in two. I arrive home and swiftly make my way upstairs into my bedroom. I change my clothes, head downstairs to the kitchen and start the timer on the c4 which is wired to the entire house should anything happen. I leave through the backdoor walk around to the front and reenter. Then I walk out the back door and make my way on foot to the safe house.
I learned to move efficiently as I was killing targets constantly. I overcame my emotions a long time ago through my intensive training as a CIA agent. Realistically thinking, the consumption of emotion didn’t help me at all. It was introduced to us as an inhibitor that we had to overcome to succeed in our missions.
My only option now was to inform Orlov, my contact about my current situation and hope we can work something out.
I arrive at the safe house and go enter to code for the alarm. I go inside and see Orlov sitting down smoking a joint.
“Orlov, it’s urgent!” I yelled.
“I already know” he replied with a daunting look upon his face.
“I killed two CIA agents Orlov,” I screamed.
“Why are you panicking?” said Orlov.
“We need to go now,” I moaned at him in hopes he would do something.
“Why are you panicking? Maybe it’s hard, but you’re not the same as other people, so you have to throw away your emotions,” Said Orlov.
“I know I’m not a normal human being if you’re judging me from an emotional aspect, but I’m a perfect killer and I’m damn proud.”
“It’s just a shame you were caught.”
“The CIA knows you’re a mole now. I’m so sorry but our bosses in Russia say you’re a liability. ”
Orlov stands up and pulls out his handgun and aims it at my head.
“I’m sorry, any last words?” He whispers.
I stare down into the abyss that is my fate and wait for the end to come.
I'm slightly confused with the last bit of 4th paragraph. Also after that paragraph, tense becomes present. Then after that paragraph it goes back to past. Same thing happens at the end of the piece as well.
ReplyDeleteAlso, there's little bit of error with dialogue punctuation. On your 2nd dialogue sentence, you missed comma before extension. Also even when you end the dialogue with ? or !, extension doesn't start with capital letters. So the bit (“I’m sorry, any last words?” He whispers.), H in 'He' would be in small letter.
I know I'm nick picking little things, but I don't know what else to critique other than lack of content like explaining how she was found out. Anyhow, good job!