English - Work of the Week 
(Creative Writing)

Free-falling

So there I was.  Standing on top of the Sydney Opera House, Wing 12, Block 8, 6th storey, surrounded by 6 men in dark blue suits, all but one had maroon ties; white shirts.  The other one, the odd one out, seemed to be the leader. He had a yellow tie - with a walkie-talkie on his belt.  Silence. I was frozen to the spot. Then yellow-tie guy’s walkie-talkie crackled to life, splintering the frosty air; I would have listened to what was being said, but it was encrypted. One thing wasn’t encrypted though - ‘We have him,’ a deep voice uttered.

‘So, Oliver Langlsey,’ that was good.  He didn’t know my real name… ‘or shall I call you Jamie Sullivan?’ the Slavic voice of the yellow-tie man continued.  I grimaced.  This was really bad.  This was really, really, bad.  There was no way he should know.

‘Looks like this is the end of the line for you.  Are you going to surrender or do I have to waste a bullet on you?’

I had no choice. I had to accept.  The wind was viciously lashing out at me: pushing me forward to admit defeat.

‘Time is ticking Jamie,.. Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock.’

‘Fine,’ I muttered, ‘I don’t have much choice, do I?’

But, just as he went to tie my hands… just a few more steps closer… No!

He sent one of his bodyguards to do it. It would be much harder now, although still achievable.  Every footstep rang in my ear.  One more step…

Crack!

Uppercut to the jaw.  Roundhouse kick to the stomach.  Knocked clean out.  Second guy.  Same thing.  Uppercut. Crack! Kick! Wham! Third guy learnt his lesson, dodged the upper cut, didn’t see the other fist, dropped to the floor asleep. Yellow-tie guy was the next target.  He had drawn his Glock semi-automatic pistol. Slapped out his hands.  Punch to the nose and he fell down.  Two of them were fleeing.  One left.  But out of the corner of my eye, I saw yellow-tie guy on the floor reaching for his gun.

Time slowed down, and I realised I couldn’t get there in time.  Dodged a punch.  I ran backwards and just as yellow-tie guy aimed the gun, I jumped backwards off the Sydney Opera House.

The air hit me like a truck.  All of a sudden, I was free-falling.

Let me explain. I’m Jamie Sullivan, 16 year-old super spy who lives in London, Planet Earth!

Oscar Vallabhaneni, 7NEQ

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