Ugly Words Challenge- Day 154

Robert flung open the door to the security office. It squeaked, which left him bristling. He ran a tight ship, all the doors should open silently.

Fredrickson sat in the chair, eyes scanning the monitors. Here was every feed besides the one directly into the alien’s quarters.

“Give me five Jacks.” Robert hissed.

His agent jumped up and flung his arms above his head. “One sir.” He jumped again, large hands nearly knocking one of the monitors.

Fredrickson sat in the chair, eyes scanning the monitors. Here was every feed besides the ones directly into the alien’s quarters. Robert was used to seeing on Fredrickson’s face was there. And then there was a small scowl he wasn’t used to seeing.

“But you told me too sir.”

“Never mind.” Robert waved a hand and spun on his heel to leave.

His plan had been brilliant, or so he thought. But…

The longer he pondered it, the less sure he was about his plan’s brilliance. Fredrickson was an oaf. He could have just as easily forgotten the earlier instructions to do jumping jacks outside the tiny office as it was for a fake Fredrickson to never had heard those instructions.

His foolproof plan wasn’t so foolproof after all. So really, who was the bigger oaf?


Word count: 216


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