Detor A Short Story

“Simple Mission Detora. The possible location of the rumored underground city, Damancia, is marked on your phone's map. Your mission is to find, confirm, and retract the original Damascus sword.” said Ely Kyal( codename: Kyll). “ Isn't that the sword that can cut through anything?” asked Mason. “ Correct. This sword, and its possible wielder can be immensely dangerous, too dangerous. If this artifact gets in the wrong hands, it could prove cataclysmic, especially so with the armour still out there. Let me be clear, DO NOT ENGAGE WITH ENEMIES! The Area is too open, crowded, and cautious.If they see a body, they'll know someone is there. Watch yourself out there.” “Got it”.

As Detora entered the Damascus International Airport, he quickly noticed
the worsening state of the city since his last visit. A recent bombing terrorized the city, killing 43. An apprehensive feeling began to set in. He's been on dozens of missions, this should as easy as watching a ballgame. Still an uneasy malaise crept over him. He walked to the nearest cab, a decrepit American cab. As he sat down in the back and gave his location, he joking asked “ Cheap boss, eh”. “ I consider myself so.” said the driver. They did not converse much for the rest of the ride. Soon Detora reached his destination and paid the driver an extra $50, for a new cab.

Detora had a seemingly impossible goal. He was looking for suspicious people, information holders, in a city of thousands. Mason pulled down his high tech goggles, equipped with thermal, zoom, and disguised as sunglasses. He stealthily reached the top of a nearby building and began scouting. Seemingly nothing. The crowds dutifully went on as if they hadn't a clue, because they didn't. Suddenly Detora noticed something. A full sized trailer, but this one was different. An entire truck filled with Bertolli, olive oil. Mason was accustomed with all types of foods, and knew that Syrian dishes require this, but not that much. He began to discreetly follow the truck, hidden in plain site. The Bernoulli truck was slowed by the amount of people so it was fairly easy. Detora then noticed the route the truck was going, straight towards and big storage sector. This was it. He finally caught up with and hid under the big truck. As it reaches a gate, the truck driver is asked for clearance in which he gives them his card. “Sorry sir, but this isn't working.” “ What! Try it again! I just got recleared”, “ Oh my bad, it was upside down.” replied the guard before lifting the gate. “Phew, that was close.” Detora whispered to himself. More and more questions were spawning, with a small part of him still dwelling on the olive oil. After the coast is clear, he climbs out from under and uses his magnetic suction after grapple and zips to the rafters. He once again began searching for any clues, as the driver went on break, he then notices a fairly sizeable clue. “Wait a minute” he says to himself. “The colored roofs of each building spell something out,West vent. Okay then.” Detora approaches the west wall and begins to search for a vent. Bingo. On the northwest corner, a small open vent. He quickly crawls through. Since the main goal is obscurity, there's no outer guards. When he reaches the end he notices two guards having a conversation about Aleppo and the current crisis. He narrowly climbs around with being detected. He jumps from roof to roof until he finally reaches a hallway. No guards, nothing. He walked down, hidden blade ready for any surprises. The path is long enough so that nothing can be heard from the beginning. “Aha!” Detora exclaims as he reaches a vault door. Since he's alone, he opens and closes it with ease. He walked in to find a collection, ancient mythical swords. He then hears a familiar voice.

“Mr Detora” the voice says as he walks into sight.
“ Dr. Hinzman!” “Ah yes, my favorite student”. “ But how do you, why did you…” Well it's simple, after my family died,all I had left were swords, no owned house or way to pay for my current. I left. One day after learning of its possible existence, I became entranced with the thought of a sword that can cut through anything. I needed to have that sword, and now I do. I won't let you take my last love. “You know this is dangerous, who could get hurt, innocent people, with that sword. It must be.. “ENOUGH!” screamed Dr. Hinzman interrupting Detora's plea. “ I won’t have this! If you want this sword you'll have to take it. Detora was aware of his prowess with a sword, all his life he had trained with it, The odds of defeating or even disarming ere miniscule. As Dr. Hinzman strided forward swinging, Detora had to run. He ran through the entrance in which Dr. Hinzman came out and began to seek a place to hide. He grappled up onto the dining room chandelier and quickly leaped to the balcony. “ Ah there you are” Hinzman said approaching him. The fight was inevitable. Mason pulled out his hidden blade and readied
himself.

Quickly as the Doctor pulled his sword back in preparation, Detora rushed after him.
Dr. Hinzman avoided every blow except for a quick one to the ribs. As he dodged swings of the sword, amson began to uncharitably worry. One shot, one slow reaction, and as the good old John Schist would say, you're donzo's. After slicing through everything nearby, couches desks tables Dr. Hinzman began to slow. His stomach wound was causing great pain. Detora dodged another swing and went in to end it with his hidden blade just to have it sliced off by the sword. It narrowly avoids his artery. Mason Grabs the sword, stopping his ending blow. Detora uppercuts through his arms , staggering the doctor. He then punched around his left arm, hitting his left eye, causing him to drop the Damascus Sword. Mason reaches it and performs a twirling slice, cutting Dr. Real’s
eye.

Detora Sheathes the sword in the specialty holster. As he leaves the suffering Dr., he says “ Watch yourself”. “ Mission Complete Kyll”.