Gilded Age: Survival of the spy

Terrence crept quietly. He knew his role, it was very familiar, almost like playing an instrument. His breathing was slow and controlled.

The soldiers in front of him seemed to be shaken. It seemed they had never faced an opponent who could be on equal footing. Terrence's mind wandered slightly, distracting him. Perhaps these humans have never faced the unknown.

While Terrence was distracted, he did not notice one of the soldiers wearing a strange visor, looking directly at him. The soldier trembled and raised his gun. The other soldiers noticed his actions and followed suit. "What the hell! There is a heat signature, but nothing there!"

Terrence, hearing the shout, snapped out of his day dreaming. His eye twitched and he raised a hand to touch his forehead.

"It moved!" The other soldiers lifted their weapons and began muttering to themselves.

The soldier, in a panicked frenzy, fired his weapon.