SACRIFICE

The watch on my wrist told me that I had forty minutes left to find my contact. Before the mission, the Director told me that the individual that I was assigned to meet with had important information, but didn't specify. I just with that he wasn't in Area 51.
In order for me to infiltrate the building, I had to find a ventilation shaft to enter. I had found one, and managed to open it up for me to crawl into. Noiselessly I had creeped through the shaft, to find a panel ahead. It was set into the floor, and I made my way there.
Looking through the slit in the panel, I see the washroom that I was looking for. I noticed that one of the stalls was currently occupied, which was good for what I had in mind.
Silently, I removed the panel and set it aside. Then, climbing through the opening and stepping onto the sink counter top, I retrieved the panel and put it back in place.
After first locking the washroom door, as to avoid any intrusions, I pulled out my pistol, making sure that the silencer was still on. When I heard the toilet flush, I moved into position, and aimed the pistol at the stall.
The security guard never saw it coming. As soon as he opened the door, I pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight through his head, spraying blood over the wall in the stall behind him. He dropped to the ground, dead.
After exchanging clothing with him, I placed the corpse back into the stall, arranging the body to a sitting position, and cleaned up most of the blood. I took the guard's identification key card, and moved over to the counter.
I pulled out the scanner device from my pocket and placed the key card into a slot, and pressed the "Copy" button. The machine made a few noises, and the key card came out of a different slot. The card looked identical, with the exception that it now has my picture and a different name on it.
I placed the card on my uniform and, after giving the washroom a final check, unlocked the door and stepped out onto a hallway. The hallway only went in two directions, but the left path ended in a large set of doors which opened up. The other way further ahead split up in two directions.
Remembering my instructions I went right, then turned left at the junction. I looked at my watch. Ten minutes were left. A pair of scientists walked past me without giving me a second glance. So far so good.
The hallway ended at an elevator, with a door to the left. Moving to the door, I opened it and went inside, closing it behind me. It was the storage room where the contact would meet me. I took a position behind one of the shelves and waited, watching the only door in or out of this room.
I looked at my watch while I waited. The contact is five minutes late, but there is nothing I could do but wait. Some more time passed, and the contact was nearly twenty minutes late. I was beginning to think that he was not going to show up when the door opened.
A scientist walked in, and closed the door behind him. He was a fairly short man, with wire-rimmed glasses, and short brown hair. Apparently nervous, he looked around and faintly whispered, "Hello? Agent Stone, are you there?" He turned his back toward me, searching.
I stepped around the shelf, and lightly touched his shoulder. The man jumped, and stifled a shout. Whirling around, he looked at me and saw the uniform. Eyes widening, it appeared that he was about to panic. I quickly placed my hand over his mouth.
"Quiet!" I hissed at him. "I'm the man you're looking for!" When the scientist appeared to calm down, I let go of him.
The man was happy. "I'm glad you came," he said, "and I'm sorry that I was late. I had to finish a report."
"I didn't come here to chat, Doctor..." I realized that I didn't know his name.
"Oh, my name! It's Fletcher, Doctor James Fletcher," the scientist said. "And no, this is not a social visit. I have here a disk for you." Fletcher pulls a disk from his lab coat, and hands it to me. "In this are some of Area 51's most secret files. When I discovered the atrocities that this place has committed, I knew that something had to be done."
I took the disk and placed it in my pocket. "Is this what I came for?" I asked him impatiently. "You could have sent it to us directly."
"Oh, no! I couldn't!" The doctor appeared flustered. "Lately, they have been keeping an eye on me ever since I first contacted your organization. Besides," he added, "there's something else I need you to do."
He wants me to do something for him? What could it be?
"Depends on what it is," I plainly said.
Fletcher looked at the door nervously. Turning back to me he whispered, "I need you to free someone and take them with you."
I took a step back. "Sorry," I said, shaking my head, "I only came here to retrieve information. My safety is in enough danger as it is."
The scientist became distressed. "But you must!" He cried. "They are doing terrible things to him! Shock treatment..."
"Keep your voice down!" I hissed at him. "Just who is this friend of yours, that they have prisoner?"
Fletcher looked down at his feet. "Well, since you must know," he said softly, "he is not of this world. He is an alien."
I just don't know what to say to this. It is hard to believe, but this is Area 51 after all. "So," I slowly spoke, "if this friend of yours is really an alien, then how am I going to save him? He must be under tight surveillance." This would look good on me if I could pull it off.
Looking up at me, he brightened and smiled. "The elevator outside this room leads to the floor where he is kept. It's the very reason why I asked to meet you here. There are no cameras down there, because the executives don't want too many people to know about the alien."
I frowned. "Even without cameras, how will we take the alien up here?" I asked. "He must look different enough to be recognized as anything but human!"
The doctor was appalled. "Of course we're not taking him up here! We're simply going to take him to his ship. It's in a remote hanger only one floor about where he's kept. It still appears to be in perfect working order, and they have not yet begun to strip it down to examine it's parts."
"Great." I said, a little disappointed. I was planning on taking the alien back to headquarters. But this plan will have to do. "I'll help you. On one condition."
"Sure," Fletcher exclaimed excitedly, "whatever you want."
I looked at him in the eyes. "I want all of the information you have of the alien."
The scientist laughed. "That's all?" he asked. "I've already included that information in the disk I gave you. So, are you ready then?" I nodded to him. "Good then, we'll go down together."
I followed him out of the room and to the elevator. He pulled out his own key card and swiped it down a key pad beside the elevator doors. The doors opened after a minute and we got in. Fletcher pushed a button, and the elevator moved, going down.
The scientist nervously shifted his feet. I kept calm, watching the floor number on the electronic screen counting down. The elevator then stopped and the doors opened.
Beyond the elevator was a short hallway, ending in a big set of doors. The doors appear to open at an angle. At the doors were two guards looking bored. Dr. Fletcher stepped off the elevator and walked towards the guards. I followed.
The guards looked up at our approach, and snapped to attention at the sight of the doctor. One guard looked at me and was about to speak, but I didn't give him a chance. I quickly stepped past the scientist and simultaneously struck the throats of both guards.
They collapsed to the ground, clutching their necks as they tried to breathe. I pulled out my pistol and shot them both in the head. When I looked up, I saw that Fletcher had gone pale.
"Come on, doctor," I said to him, "we don't have a lot of time."
I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the doors. He nearly dropped the key card as he swiped it on the key pad but caught it in time. As the doors opened, he asked me, "Was that necessary, Agent Stone?"
"Of course," I angrily told him, "They knew that I wasn't supposed to be down here. They would have sounded the alarm."
The doors opened and we walked into a large room. It appeared to be a laboratory of some sort. There were tables and chairs everywhere, as well as x-rays, computers and charts. And in the center of the room was a cage made out of glass, with a door set in the side. That was when I saw the alien.
He was about five feet tall, and had fur all over his body. The face reminds me of a wolf. he wore a skin tight suit, rather torn, and he appears to be sleeping on a cot of some sort.
I looked about the room and saw that there were three scientists in the room. They were off in one corner in the lab looking at a computer screen. So far, they have not seen us.
"We must hurry!" Fletcher whispered.
I held on to his shoulder. "You go free your friend," I told him, "I will deal with the others."
The scientist looked frightened. "Don't kill them," he said, looking at the other scientists, "they are not the bad ones."
"Don't worry, I have a better idea." I push him to his assignment and walked over the scientists, who finally looked away from the computer to look at me.
I pointed my pistol at them. "All right everyone," I calmly explained to them, "no one does anything stupid, and no one will get hurt." They all look obedient. "I'm going to take you over to that cage over there, and you will all go in there, understand?" They nodded. "Good, then come."
Fletcher had by now opened the door and took the alien out of the cage, holding an arm around it. Waving my weapon at them, the scientists walked into the cage, and I closed the door, locking it.
The alien was awake, and appeared quite frightened. Fletcher whispered something in his ear, and the alien calmed down. The scientist nodded to me and the three of us left the lab to the elevator.
We went up one floor in the elevator and the doors opened. I walked out first, pistol in hand. We were in a very large room, and appears to be a hanger of some sort. I saw the ship as well here, and it did not look like any flying saucer, but was more reminded of the kind you would find in the Star Wars movies.
Seeing no guards, which I found strange, I motioned with my hand and the others fell behind me. With the pistol still in my hand, we walked towards the ship, my eyes looking here and there for any signs of trouble.
There was. Just when we were within ten feet of the ship's main doors when I heard a shout. "Intruders!"
I immediately turned and shot at the voice, hitting a guard. Fletcher and the alien ran to the doors, attempting to open them. Running to the guard I shot, I bent down and took his sub-machine gun, knowing that it would be more useful. A shot was fired from my right and I was struck in the shoulder. I rolled onto my feet and returned fire, hitting another guard.
I looked to where Fletcher was, and saw that he had opened the doors and went inside with the alien. Damn it, I wasn't supposed to die in this mission! Seeing more guards pouring out of a doorway, I shot another volley of bullets in their direction and ran towards the ship.
A bullet entered my leg, and I fell to the ground. Realizing that I can't get up, I looked at the ship. Fletcher was looking out the door at me. It looked as though he were going to come and get me. I knew I had to make a decision.
I had always known that I was going to die during a mission, I just wasn't expecting it to be so soon. The bullets kept flying past me, so I made a decision. Taking the disk that he gave me, I threw it at him.
"Take it! And get out of here!"
Fletcher picked up the disk, but still looked determined to get me. A bullet hit him in the arm, and he fell backwards. The alien was quickly there to prevent him from falling, and looked at me. He appeared to understand what I intended to do, and dragged the scientist into the ship and closed the door.
I turned and fired the sub-machine gun at the guards until it ran dry, then I was shot in the chest. Falling to the ground, the last thing I saw before I died was the fire coming from the spaceship's engines.