mumble mumble (the climax)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEvPwWjRyg8

the two cia agents looked at eachother across the ramparts of an old abandoned sandy stone castle in the libyan desert.... like something out of a bourne identity movie, the two field agents, blessed with fun and exciting careers 5% of the time when they weren't waiting around in hotel lobbies to blackmail or bribe key peripheral players in various shady scenarios -- the two once partner agents, estranged by years apart in different departments, now drawn together again for the important assignment in Libya --- trained their lenses on Muammar Ghaddafi as he stood over his barbecue friendlily grilling up some delicious shrimp and onions and sausages and steaks and such for his fellow Libyan mates among the rabble there...... his pet hamster, now trained in the crosshairs of Agent Brockmeyer of the CIA stood chewing some carrot nearby Ghaddafi's left hand next to the barbecue.......

killing the hamster was the mission prerogative.... unfortunately, Agent Brockmeyer, was the only one of the team of two assassins with a sniper rifle and she found herself 50 yards away from her co-agent who was up high on a different rampart and unwilling to kill the hamster in the end as it was so cute and cuddly

'i cannot do it,' she fairly croaked... 'it's too cute and cuddly...' said Agent Brockmeyer emotionally

'kill the f*cking hamster already! we didn't spend 2 days sleeping in trees and two nights hiking across the countryside to finally get here and pussy out... are you kidding me? kill the f*cking hampster!'

Agent Brockmeyer tightened her grip on the rifle's trigger -- the hamster was fairly in the crosshairs of her scope --- sweat dripped down her forehead... a lump in her throat burnt her and she began to have flashbacks of her favorite pet as a child, a pet hampster called moopsie that was killed by a neighbourhood bully.