"Hijacked!" - The Counter Attack.

12:45 AM
*Crickets chirping*
*Emily is snoring*
A figure stealthily creeps across the room. Pauses as Emily roles over and says something about a pop tart and how her brother is being mean. The shadow creeps forward and stops in front of the laptop. Slowly opening it, he checks to make sure Emily is still asleep. 
She is. Nothing can wake her up. Not even an explosion.
He chuckles to himself. Putting his fingers to the keyboard, he begins to type.


Ah, readers. I have come to settle score with my rival, Dzherri Kalasky. It seems he thinks that he is the only one capable of such high-profile activities. Well, he is wrong. And, unlike my Russian nemesis, I do not need bells and whistles to worm my way into the technology system.

As far as Miss Emily goes, I do not care much for her as it is and prefer to keep my distance. The young lady is a far cry from a genius, and I hesitate to involve myself in anything she may be assisting in. Who knows what trouble she's stirred up. Also, I don't need to knock her out and drag her off to commit a crime- I can do it right under her nose without any violence. She is asleep at the moment, unaware that I can easily withdraw my gun and kill her in an instant. That is not my wish at the moment, though, and therefore I will restrain my thoughts.

Colonel Kurt Warren. Copyright © 2015
by Rachel Moran.

Allow me to introduce myself- I am Kurt Warren, a Colonel in the Third Reich's Abwehr. A master of espionage and infiltration, I prefer to find a way to "hijack" something without the knowledge of the owner. And in this case, I doubt Miss Emily will notice the infiltration unless you readers bring it to her attention. The point of doing this in the first place was to win a wager with Dzherri. I do believe I win.

I'm a loyal German and a good soldier. I fought in the Great War and was promoted to Colonel, then in 1933 I was transferred to the Abwehr due to my extensive knowledge on all things American. That's right- I am a spy, and one you won't very easily find.

That? Oh, that's... Reichmann. Pay no attention to him, unless you're here on a suicide mission. The Major is not a man to mess with- he's more like a mad dog with a restraining collar. There isn't much I can do to keep him in place when he has motive to kill. A brainless man he is, but a useful tool in the hands of the right man, such as myself. That is also why I keep around the devious and irritating Leftenant Sean. The man is out to get himself killed, I swear. He cannot keep his mouth shut. But a great aid he can be if used in the right way- and I find him quite useful on my survey while in America.

Why do I tell you all this? Word count, mostly. I was to out-write Dzherri in this hijack and I do believe I've done a fair job at it. He can't type or use any sort of technology for his life's worth, a humorous thing when it is compared to the fact I am from the thirties and he from the eighties. He is an annoying, stuck-up Russian snob, if I do say so myself. I can't stand the man. And for your information- his name means Jerry in English. Doesn't sound so intimidating now, does he?

Colonel Jeager Reichmann. Copyright © 2015
by Rachel Moran.

Well, I do believe this is my cue to bid you farewell. I have done my mission and I've won the bet. You may point out Dzherri's post is longer than mine- well, yes, it is, but that's because Nicolai added in his own thoughts. I wish I could convince that young man to leave the Soviets and join my team, he would make an excellent spy.
Oh, Take care not to alert dear Miss Emily about this whole affair- lest I have to send the Major after you. I don't believe you'd enjoy- or survive- that experience, so don't try my patience. I'm a fair man, I don't believe in killing unless it is necessary. So please don't push me, for I don't want to have to step up my game and deal with you.

Good day to you, readers. This is how a hijack is supposed to be done- quietly and without detection.

-Kurt Warren