CREATIVE WRITING

One of the greatest inventions man had made was the computer, Jimmy thought and switched on his best friend, his computer.

He was greeted with about two dozen e-mails waiting for him-would the one he had been waiting for all day long finally be here?

He grew excited...negative and positive...what if it was there? but what if not? he couldn't decided which would be harder to take. He took a deep breath as he opened the mailbox.

He couldn't believe how long it took the computer to open the mailbox. But finally the site was open and... there it was. He slowly moved the cursor to open the new mail. What would it be like?

His heart sank. After waiting for it all the time, his excitement had lifted, and now he felt bewildered.

He was not sure if he read the email right. He was kinda shocked. How could they ask that of him? He was just an unimportant man...How was he supposed to do it? Impossible!

He was sure that they did! But on the other hand he knew that they NEVER made any mistakes in chosing people for their missions...He had no choice but to accept! Another deep breath! He had to ask them...but how do you ask a secret organisation if he was the right person?! Phone them? write them also an email? simly go there?

He shook his head. The easiest way would be to write an email, but would they read it? He knew that they did not want people to contact them. They were afraid to be discovered. Nevertheless he opened a new email and wrote:

I received your message and will try to give you all the information I have as soon as I find an encryption save enough for documents that important.

Jimmy clicked on the "send"-button. He didn't feel comfortable at all. He still was not sure about what he should do, but now there was no way back! He closed his email programm. No more emails today! He checked his watch. It was way too early to go to bed! But that was exactly what he wanted. To go to bed, pull the blanket over his head and ignoring the assignment!

He decided to go out. He looked at his face in the mirror. Worried, he thought. My face looks worried. But nevertheless he took his keys and left his apartment, trying to forget the emails and the organisation. Perhaps he would meet somebody in the bar at the corner.

"the usual please" jimmy sat on the bar stool and sadly looked at the barkeeper. with saying this sentence he REALLY felt like some special agent of an organisation. but kev, the barkeeper, knew what he meant. one could also say that he was like a friend to him.

"nervous today, hm?" asked kev.
"yeah tough day, you know!" too tough. but he wouldn't go into details. he couldn't talk about and that was the hardest thing of all. but on the other hand if he could, who would believe him? he took two sips of his drink and looked around again. the guy in the corner, was he a spy of them? he was getting more nervous every minute.