Willy The Great bug

Willy The Great was renowned for being the best bug in the world. The best at document attack especially when the document is in hard copy and not accessible on the world wide web. Documents that are classified top secret fall into his particular area of expertise.

He’d had the call a week ago and it had taken all of that time to plan the attack and case the joint. Now he was ready. Tonight was the night.

Willy is dressing very carefully. He pulls black slinky tights over his six spider like legs. On the end of each hit fits paws with long talons which retract at the press of a little button on his remote. His body is amoeba like and is best hidden in a thick black velvent cape which also gives a boost to his flying. His wings, such as they are, are like rabbit’s ears, long, floppy and furry with little sensors hidden in the fur. His eyes are huge and covered with a pair of back goggles with extra sensory ngiht vision and his tongue, the weapon of destruction, doesn’t need to be disguised. It’s invisible to everybody and everything including all other bugs. It’s long and forked and each fork has a paint brush end.

It’s 10 pm and it’s a two hour journey as bugs fly to the military post. He presses a pink button on his remote and his ears spin sideways and act as the wings of a plane, the cape flys behind masking him completely in black. This little black speck of trouble is ready for action.

The dark brick building looms into focus. Willy settles under the eave nearest the bay window and rests. The next stage is tricky. He engages his claw feet and climbs down the rendering until he gets to the timber window frame. He has to be really careful not to slide and slip to the ground.

“Phew, that was OK”

He bored through the timber in just a nanosecond, his tongue also behaves like and drill, and he’s in the office. Now comes the challenge. The safe is hidden behind a famous piece of art and it’s the combination that’s the issue. It’s a mix of numbers, letters and hieroglyphics that he’s never had to break before. But he’s Willy, the Great and just applies the same logic to the hieroglyphics. Willy takes a deep breath and settles on the lock. His goggles can read the combination, one symbol at a time

“2 then C then 13 then F”.

“Now what’s this symbol?”

He nudges the dial just a weeny bit and then breaks the code down into its letters, a C and an intertwining D and then an L for good measure. As his brain selects each of the letters it sends an impulse to the lock and the next sequence clicks open.

“slowly boy, slowly”

The next hieroglyphic is really difficult to break. There’s a weird symbol like a curvy E framed by a lower case l. The E works OK but the l refuses to budge the lock. Willy is sweating and his heart is thumping so loudly he’s sure the alarm will hear him. He tries the L this time in upper case. He bounces off the lock as it resists again.

The sweat is dripping down his nose and he suddenly recalls his ear sensors. They swivel and collide until they get a signal and then he sees so obviously, that the hieroglyphic could also be a C with a lower case t.

“Ah ah – got you”

“click” and swish. The safe door glides open there she is.

“You beauty”

He enters the envelope and sees the typed pages viciously stamped SECRET in red, just like blood. With his paint brush tongue and his pot of liquid paper the ink is dissolved leaving blank useless sheets of paper.