Acrobatic Freedom: Amy's Sub-Saharan Mission

I stretch my arm to the night sky and let the rain fall on my skin. It reminds me of home, of a time when it was safe to take off my mask. A time long before the war, when people were free to wear what they wanted and say what they wanted.

The rain is falling harder now, and I turn around to see the dim light in a window across the street. They're still awake. I slide across the roof, shimmying along the gutter until I am directly above them.

They're talking about me. I can tell by the way they keep glancing at a sheet of paper with drawings on it. I have memorized those drawings many times over, but they don't know that. I'm sure they think that drawing is some kind of code to my whereabouts; in reality, it's just one of the many designs from my homeland in Africa.

I didn't want to leave my family behind, but it was for their own good. If I had stayed any longer, we would all be dead by now. The man with the mustache has broken our land into pieces, dividing us all into "good" and "bad" people based on how well we serve his regime, who in reality only serves himself.

I hear him call for his soldiers again, but this time he says something different: "We found her." Oh no... He means me!

I watch as both men jump up and run out of the room with a large bag, then disappear down the stairs. There's no time to lose! I leap off the side of the building and grab onto a ledge across the street, just out of sight from where they are looking out onto the street from their window. My body still aches from my last mission here; I thought I was home free after sliding down their chimney and stealing some important papers, but one of their guards caught up with me before I could make it back out of their house! He shot me point blank in the chest with his gun - an injury that nearly killed me - but it also gave me an idea for a way to get back at them for trying to kill me:

*BREAKFAST IS SERVED*

I scribble quickly on a piece of paper and stick it through their mail slot while they're waiting for breakfast inside! The results are exactly what I had hoped for; when they look outside after hearing gunshots coming from their front door, they see nothing but a small piece of paper fluttering down onto their doorstep that reads "Enjoy your breakfast!"

Their faces look so silly as they walk back inside looking confused... *BAM* *BOOM* *KA-POW* *BANG* *THROB* *CRACKLE* *GROAN* ...the sound effects from our old cartoons echo throughout their house as bullets fly everywhere! They're lucky these walls are so thick or else none of us would be alive today!

Once everything calms down and there's nothing left moving in their house except for smoke rising from piles of rubble, I sneak away into the darkness before anyone notices anything amiss about what just happened here today...