"Alright Flash so your first mission should be nice and easy. Your first target is Miranda Cosgrove." Gwen said, rapidly typing. A small picture of the beautiful celeb appeared in the upper right hand corner of your vision, along with information about her. The 21 year old brunette lived quite close, in a large apartment in LA, making her an easy target.
"So what exactly do I have to do?" You asked, excited for your first mission.
Gwen smiled, sending your eagerness. "It's simple. All you have to do is sneak into her apartment, and look at what I tell you to. Fashion magazines want to see what she is going to be wearing at the next big event, and if we can get that information they'll pay through the nose. You might have to do some searching to find it, but nothing too complicated. Just a little rummaging."
"Sounds good. I'm ready when you are!" As soon as you said this, Gwen punched a few keys and a propellor popped out of your suit as if from nowhere. Before you could say a word it had flown you out of the room to the adjacent one, containing a miniature plane. In seconds you were strapped in and on your way to your first target.
Faster than you thought possible, your suit alerted you to the fact that you had arrived at your destination. You wondered where your plane was going to land, but not for long. The floor suddenly dropped out from under you, sending you plummeting down towards Miranda's apartment building. You screamed for Gwen, sure something had gone wrong. Luckily, this was all part of the plan, and your parachute deployed before you hit the roof. You landed gently on the roof of the building, and your parachute instantly retracted into the suit.
"This sure is an amazing suit Gwen."
Her response echoed in your ears, "Thanks Flash. Now for the interesting part. Luckily, Miranda's apartment is the penthouse, so it's directly below you. All you have to do is walk over to the edge and swing down into her window."
You were a little nervous as you approached the edge, looking down to see the ground far below. At your size, it was miles away, and suit or no suit the thought of falling terrified you. As you teetered on the edge, trying to work up your courage, Gwen's voice was suddenly back.
"Oh for Pete's sake do I have to do everything?" she asked, before you suddenly lost control of your limbs. You suddenly found yourself launched into the top of the crack of the open window, finally entering her apartment.
Your propellers kicked in again, flying you into her apartment. It was the fanciest appartment you had ever seen. You seemed to be in her kitchen/dining room area. There was a place set at the table, with a tall glass of soda and a plate of spaghetti sitting in front of it. It smelled absolutely delicious, and you were tempted to swoop down and get a whiff.
One way or another, your wish would be granted, though not in the way you intended. As you flew over, the word "WARNING" flashed across your vision as your propellers screeched to a halt.
"Gwen! What's going on?!" you scream as you begin to plummet from the air.
"I don't know Flash the suit seems to be malfunctioning! Just get ready for a crash landing!"
No parachute would be deploying this time, as you headed in for a crash landing.....
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