Climbing Rushmore

Agent Hanson and I surreptitiously made our way up Mount Rushmore, being careful in our attempt to go unnoticed.

“I don’t know,” Hanson huffed as she clutched the side of the rock. “Do you really think that some evil paramilitary terrorist force has got a hideout right here in one of America’s greatest landmarks?”

“Why not?” I shrugged. “Stranger things have happened. I’d imagine it works great because who’d suspect that anyone would have a base here?”

“I suppose,” she conceded. “Still, it would take a lot of time and manpower to do something like that. You couldn’t just throw it up overnight.”

“Yeah. Maybe this is just another relay or just a small outpost or something,” I guessed.

“We better keep it moving, it’s getting dark,” the agent advised.

“We would have gotten up here a lot quicker if you didn’t have to stop and change your pantsuit,” I replied to her.

“Can’t help it, this is my rock climbing pantsuit.”

“Do you have a pantsuit for every occasion?”

“Basically, yes.”

“Hold it right there you two!” A voice from above us shouted.

We looked up at the man staring down at us.

“Agent Audrey Hanson, FBI,” she instantly attempted to take control of the situation. “Identify yourself.”

“I am the man who is about to make you two very dead,” he countered as he reached inside his coat.

“He’s got a gun!” Hanson exclaimed.

He pulled out what appeared to be an odd looking laser weapon. “Don’t worry, this will all be over in a second.”

I quickly fired a harpoon from my Wristcomm and his gun flew out of his hands and clattered down the slope of the mountain.

“I don’t need that to stop you two meddlers anyway,” he growled as he kicked Hanson in the forehead. She screamed uncharacteristically as she began to tumble off the cliff herself. I quickly reached out and snagged her arm.

“I’ve got you,” I winced as her weight jerked my arm.

“Not for long,” the man chuckled as he stepped on my finger.