Short Stories Return!

Here's the third short story at the request of this shady BK fellow. It's titled "Wildfire".

"I was in a deep sleep. Dreams filled my head. These were dreams of the day that Vaska passed the reins over to me. Suddenly, my quarter's alarms were blaring. I opened my eyes somewhat slowly for an emergency. But this pace quickened once I saw my desk on fire. A figure in a pure white cloak jumped towards me in the darkness. "Don't struggle, just come with me!" I had no time to reply, because just then he grabbed my collar and jumped out the window. "FOOL!" I was not in the mood for falling in anything but my previous sweet dreams. "You're going to kill us!" The hooded figure just jumped onto another building's roof and ignored me. "We are safe here, master," said the man. "Master? What the..." The person took off his hood and I stared at my secretary, Ailen. I about fainted right on the spot, but he just gripped my hand tighter. "What surprises you, master? I was a security agent for Mr. Caelsus before I became a quaint secretary for you." I almost fainted AGAIN. Mr. Caelsus was the most well-protected Ikarian tycoon, fabled for his elite crew of bodyguards. "Ailen, I informally promote you to my chief of staff," I said joyfully. "I owe you." Just then, an electric arrow whizzed past my face. Ailen took out a Magnuma pistol (a sleek, black handgun with 30 bullets) and ran at the would-be assassin in red. He twirled the pistol around his finger wild-west style and shot the enemy. He fell to his knees, muttering, "You will answer to the boss!" He fell sideways and lifeless. Ailen turned to me. "This murderer, he wears a red cape with the letters "P" and "R" emblazoned in yellow. He's a hitman for a criminal syndicate." I recalled something from my studies at the Ikarian Academy. "The organization is called 'PyRe', correct?" I questioned. "You are right, master. Nothing will stop them until they are satisfied. They want you dead." "Who's dying? I've got Ailen Seekret by my side!" Ailen smiled. "No certain Henry Mason Walliker is dying on my watch..."