Riga’s Choices

 

Riga’s Choices

Riga: “So you are the witch Juniper’s Daughter. I have heard a lot about you. Satan is quite critical of you.”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “I know Satan and how he operates. His views of me do not matter Riga. You have a brain make your own opinion of me.”

 

Riga: “That’s why I’m here to do just that. I work for Satan. Let’s just say our points of interests are combined in some areas.”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “He will trick you and use you. Be aware of that. He only cares for himself and self-gain. His causes are just that. You will find only misery and suffering working with him. Satan only brings that. Any positive benefits are short lived. Everything is for his own doing and greed.”

 

Riga: “I know that witch. I am my own boss and have my own crime empire. I do what I want because I like it. I have power already and wanted to do something new. The Devil made me a good offer and here I am.”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “At a certain point he will cut you lose like he did with Demang and Eesha. Those were two of Satan’s most powerful operatives. When he was bored with them he killed them. That will happen to you Riga.”

 

Riga: “I know of those two and their achievements. What happened to them will not happen to me. I am Riga and I have capabilities the others do not have. I studied their downfalls in detail and will not allow it to happen to me.”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “Their downfalls were their own and will not happen to you. Your own end will be just that, your own. Satan will have that already set in place for when he’s bored of you. Beware of that. Also beware of what your crime empire does to the world. A negative not positive. That is no good Riga.”

 

Riga: “Even if what you say is true, Satan will not defeat me. I am Riga. I have skills not even he or you have or are aware of. When I need to use them I will. My crime empire is my creation. It’s my baby. I will never stop that. Why should i?”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “What are these skills you talk of Riga? You have many skills I see. Why not put them to good positive use and work with me? I can teach you different skills and together we can fix the world for the better. Come on over to join the light and myself. You won’t be disappointed.”

 

Riga: “Don’t mind my skills. No witch. I am happy where I am at. If I want to do something new or different I will make that choice of what and when myself. I will never work for you. Why should I? The darkness hold more potential and rewards. The light is for weaklings.”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “Ok Riga the offer is there. You know how to find me if you change your mind. As the light side being for weaklings. You know who my enemy is right? Your boss.”

 

Riga: “My boss is what he is. I am my own boss and only do what he wants when I benefit. Maybe I should kill you witch. Or maybe you should be the one working for us? What do you say?”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “I’ll never work for Satan. I work for my mother Juniper and the white light. I will stop darkness in its tracks. That includes anything you try to do and Satan. I have the power to do so. I am Juniper’s Daughter the mightiest witch ever.”

 

Riga: “You are who and what you are just as I am. I am not changing who or what I am. My crime empire will grow and my power will too. I work for Satan for now. In the future who knows? Like now I am my own boss…”

 

Juniper’s Daughter: “Time will tell Riga. I must go now. It’s been good to meet you. You are weaker than I thought you were.”

 

Riga: “Till we meet again in battle witch. You will see my strength.”

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He Fell Between Two Peaks

 

He Fell Between Two Peaks

A long time ago in Norway in World War 2 an event happened that spanned decades and brought two men together as brothers. A British four engine heavy bomber was out bombing German targets in the occupied country. The mission details were not known. What is known is what happened to the warplane. German gunfire accurately hit it. Mortal damage was done. Flames erupted from two or three engines and the burning aeroplane plunged down. Men would die in a situation like that. Young men in the early twenties fighting for freedom and the Allied side. Trying to defeat the Nazis, a tenacious capable lethal enemy.

 

Such an example was the hitting of the English bomber. It was dangerous to fly at low or medium altitudes in daylight. Enemy gun crews well trained and motivated manned all types of anti-aircraft guns. Their flak was a killer. The aircraft flew level losing altitude the fire getting worse. It had to land soon or control would be lost and any still alive would perish. The pilot flew the plane. This was a wild mountainous area with fjords, coastline, high ground and trees. Where could such a plane force land?

 

A local man watched the surreal scene. A large burning bomber falling from the sky. It flew between two mountain peaks. Without hitting either if crash landed beneath them. The plane touched the ground in tearing ripping screeching metal. Pieces were ripped off. The fire got worse and soon would explode the fuel tanks. The young Norwegian mountain man saw his chance.

 

As the plane came to a halt he ran to it. Risking an explosion he closed in on the wreckage. Orange flames blossomed forth feeding on alloy rubber bullets and flesh. Black smoke lazily wafted up. The man was desperate to free any trapped or wounded crew. It was the major mission of his life. Not enduring an enemy occupation but here and now. Trying to do the impossible. The fuel could go up any second.

 

By the luck of the Devil he rescued one shaken dazed but aware Allied flier who survived the crash. Quickly with both their lives in danger he led the airman away. They made it! Shortly after the smashed bomber plane exploded completely destroying itself.

 

The two men had a language issue. They were similar ages in their twenties. If it weren't for the war they wouldn't have met. Hitler changed all that and here they were. The man took the downed flier to a safe house. Here he was fed and given new clothes and a fake identity. Over the weeks he was smuggled out of Norway.

 

That wasn't the end of the story. The shoot down happened in 1944. Sixty years later on a beautiful summer's day they met again. The Norwegian rescuer and the crashed British airman. Saved by a local hero who dared brave a burning warplane to rescue any survivors. The Allied flier again thanked the Norwegian man. With tears in their eyes they shook hands and remember what happened here sixty years ago to the day.

 

A crippled burning bomber fell between to peaks. One man was saved that day. Six others paid the ultimate price for freedom against fascism. Rest In Peace the dead. Remember their sacrifice. They were young men with dreams and ideals. Often foolish often dreaming the dreams of the young.

 

So many gave their lives for an idea and cause. In this they believed and however they died they are not forgotten. That day young individuals from Norway and Britain were brought unforgettably together.

 

 

 

 

 

MEET RIGA new character in my JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER stories

 

Riga Slave

Eesha was killed in an operation. It should have been easy but was struck with difficulties. The how when and why didn't matter. Satan replaced him with a female slave. A gal named Riga. Riga was from Bangladesh. She’d travelled and had a background as a professional criminal and killer. She was ideal for the role. The Devil trained her in arcane arts and of close combat killing with her hands. She had excellent people skills. A criminal mind sharpened by years of successful illegal activities. Feminine skills helped too. Riga managed a team of alternative business people. They were male and female and of all ages. Satan would control her and indirectly her group. The potential to change the world was here. Many chances and opportunities. Eesha was a different beast. One capable man now dead replaced by something else entirely.

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Riga Outdoors

Riga loved the mountains. She’d grown up there as a kid. They were part of her. Totally fucking awesome, seemingly permanent yet over millennia simply disappeared. A bit like humans, a short presence here and then nothing. Born out of the Earth unto which they return. Humans and mountains were the same. The timelines were simply longer. Mountains rose above sea level and humans walked upright. Both the same. Mountains weren’t hit women or bomber pilots but they had landslides and suffered earthquakes and volcanoes. Riga climbed alone as a teenager. She knew how to read the landscape, how to navigate by the trees, the sun, the stars, under a cloudy sky, how to navigate by the wind. Some called her a witch. She just had an affinity with nature and all things natural. That never stopped her from being a professional criminal. She was good at most things and what she didn’t know she hired an expert to do. Many of her missions were in hilly or mountainous terrain. Her team of solder like criminals was equally skilled in outdoor bush craft and joined her on the adventures. They all worked for Satan, directly in Riga’s case, indirectly for her operatives. Her achievements were vast alone and with her team. Riga was only small just five feet in her bare feet. She was skilled in boxing. It was funny watching her box. If anybody laughed at her she boxed their nose! She had climbed many high peaks three or four miles tall without oxygen. Everest was on her to do list. This was when she wasn’t busy on operations. She would talk to Satan after the next operation. Riga wanted a one on one with the witch too. She had heard several stories of Juniper’s Daughter and wanted some of her, both in bed and in the ring. Both females were more similar than not except in their light versus darkness approach.

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Emerald Time

 

Emerald Time

Riga was on a mission with three her operatives. They were hiking over a peak to go and rob a safe in a remote cottage. One of her team had plastic explosive to blow the safe lock. A second provided security with his weapons. A third kept a look as and acted as scout. Riga was in charge. All were treated equally. Riga was only small. She was strong stocky and curvy. She carried a pistol and combat knife to use if she had to. Her brain was her greatest asset. Her physical bits were also to gain advantage. She did what she had to do. They camped out for two days and ate simple food. On reaching the target location they laid low and waited. The inhabitants’ movements were plotted. They would be eliminated. While waiting Riga allowed the three male operatives to enjoy her. This brought closeness and trust. All would die for her. When it was time two of her team went to the cottage. They waited in the dusk shadows. When the three inhabitants emerged they were simply killed with knives and piano wire. The safe cracker went inside to do his work. Riga observed it all. She gave orders over a secure radio link. The safe was old but sturdy. Explosives placed at strategic points opened it. When the smoke cleared the door was open. Inside was the prize. It was uncut emeralds. Rough ready oddly pretty in the fading light. Riga pocketed some in her combat jacket. The rest were divided up among her team. All were equal and trusted. This was why they always succeeded. Satan's new soldiers.

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