|Weapons of Choice
||[May. 21st, 2005|08:45 pm]
What is your weapon of choice?|
At any given moment, I have five options: a gun, a knife, my body, my mind and words. Which one I chose depends on the situation.
For missions, exacting a quick death or shock of pain, I prefer firearms. Whether it be a small automatic or a sniper rifle, they get the job done. The feeling of cool, sleek metal in my hand has always given me some degree of comfort. With my aim perfected over the years I have little to worry about. If I want someone dead, they will be dead. Of course the threat can go both ways, which is why I am always prepared.
Knives and daggers come in handy for close contact. More personal, sometimes more satisfying, but always more bloody. Trial by error has allowed me to pinpoint the very angle to inflict the most pain. Knifes are weapons best suited for revenge. The feel of smooth metal sliding into flesh is unmistakable. The crack of a rib as it forces in, unforgettable. I’ve killed a few in this manner. It requires a greater degree of trust to get so close, but in the end the ability to look your enemy in the eye is too tempting to waste on a distant bullet.
Of course the body is a weapon in more ways than one. My fighting skills are far superior than most. My feet, my elbows can jab, punch and incapacitate. I’ve picked up a good number of techniques while I lived as a criminal on the streets. I had to learn to handle my own, it was learn or death. When I joined Argentine Intelligence I learned even more. A body can also be used to allure and seduce. Just like Irina, just like Sydney. Beauty can be a weapon. Perhaps one of the most effective. People love beautiful people and men especially, tend to let their guard down, usually letting their pants do the thinking. Many men have met their untimely deaths that way. And if not death than ruin. When I have nothing else I will have at least that.
In the few instances where I was captured without gun, knife or use of my body, I have had to rely on my mind and words. Quick thinking has allowed me to get ahead of the game. They usually think of me as inexperienced, dumb even. That is a fatal mistake. I have a high IQ, and besides that, I have experience. Sometimes I speak in Spanish, letting them think I know no English. Sometimes it backfires, just pissing them off even more. But sometimes it buys me time. Other times I speak in riddles or appear to give them all they want. Fools. So Easy to believe what a tortured person says. When alone with a man, I usually start pointless conversation—hours even—letting my calm demeanor, smooth accent and light flirting to lull him into comfort. It is then that I take my action. Steal a gun, kick, punch, fight. From there it is usually pretty textbook as far as what happens in the spy business.
Gun, knife, body, mind and words. These are my weapons of choice.
Muse: Nadia Santos
Challenge for: July 2004