Riga
Infinite Angel (written by AI edited by me)
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Scene 1: Tactical Deployment
(Southern Chile)
The cold in the Andes cuts like a
knife. Riga crouches in the brush. Her mind slips. She sees her father's face.
Location: Southern hills, Chile. Weather: Freezing rain. High winds. Objective:
Reconnaissance on an illegal weapons depot. A twig snaps. Riga freezes. Her
finger tightens on the trigger. The Threat: Two armed guards walking the
perimeter. The Distraction: A memory of Dhaka flashes. Her dad's funeral. The
smell of incense. The Correction: Breathe. Focus. Clear the sight picture. She
lets the guards pass. The target is noted. Her mind is back in the game. For
now.
Scene 2: Next Chapter Opening (Time
Jump)
Six months passed. The Southern
Hemisphere winter turned to spring. Riga remained in South America. Timeline:
Late 2026. Status: Contract extended. Three successful extractions completed.
Physical Condition: Leaner. Faster. Sleepless. Logistics: Madrid is a world
away. Pedro is still building Eurofighters. No contact. The grief did not
leave. It just settled into the bone. A permanent weight.
Scene 3: Flashback Mission (The
Asset Hunt)
Five years ago. A joint operation in
a crowded marketplace. This was where Pedro proved himself. The Setup: Sniper
coverage on a rogue informant. The Problem: Crosswinds at 30 knots. Crowded
streets. Moving target. The Action: The target broke rank. Riga was blocked by
a transport truck. She couldn't take the shot. The Save: One crisp crack from
the north ridge. Pedro fired. A .308 round went clean through the gap in the
truck windows. Target down. Clean drop.
Riga smiled through her scope. The
fool really could shoot.
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Scene 1: The Andes Firefight
The reconnaissance turned loud. The
two perimeter guards doubled back. A drone hummed overhead. Thermal imaging.
Riga was exposed. Action: Riga rolled behind a granite outcrop. Weapon: Steyr
AUG carbine. 5.56mm. Suppressed. Execution: First guard rounded the rock. Riga
fired twice. Center mass. Drop. The Glitch: The second guard fired blindly. A
bullet chipped the granite. Dust hit Riga's eyes. Her father's voice echoed:
Check your flanks. Recovery: She blinked away the sting. She did not look. She
tracked the sound of boots on wet shale. The Finish: Pivot. Pivot fast. One
shot to the throat. Silence returned to the hills. The drone still hovered. She
needed to move.
Scene 2: The Coded Message
Communication was restricted. Safe
channels only. Pedro used an encrypted dead-drop server in Zurich. The text was
hidden inside aviation blueprint metadata.
text
FROM: M-400 (Madrid) TO: S-200
(Santiago) DATE: 16-MAY-2026 R. Assembly line is loud. The titanium welding
reminds me of the range. Production on the wing assemblies is ahead of
schedule. The flat is empty. Lisbon was better. I heard about the Andes
contract. Too cold. Too high. Do not let your guard down. Your father always
praised your focus. Keep it. P.
Use code with caution.
Riga read it once. She deleted the
file. She did not reply.
Scene 3: The Father's Rules
Her father was military
intelligence. Old school. Rigid. He did not raise a daughter; he trained an
asset. The rules were absolute. Rule 1: Emotion is a signature. It leaves a
thermal trail. Hide it. Rule 2: Never love anyone more than your exit strategy.
Rule 3: A error of judgement by a civilian is an accident. A error of judgement
by an operative is a funeral. Rule 4: Honor the contract. The government pays
for the result, not the effort. Rule 5: If you are compromised domestically,
cut the cord immediately. No goodbyes. She broke Rule 5 for Pedro. Her father
died right after. The guilt felt like a judgment.
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Scene 1: The Drone and the Handler
The drone dropped lower, searching
the granite ledge. Its lens glowed infra-red. Riga unclipped her EMP jammer.
Action: Trigger pressed. High-frequency pulse emitted. Result: The drone
sputtered, spiraled, and crashed into the shale. A voice crackled in her
earpiece. It was Alejandro, her local handler based in Santiago. Alejandro:
"Riga. Telemetry showed your heart rate spiked before the kill. You froze
for 1.8 seconds." Riga: "Rock dust in my eyes. Issue resolved."
Alejandro: "You are lying. The grief is making you slow. If you slip
again, I terminate the contract myself." Riga cut the feed. He was right.
She was slipping.
Scene 2: Breaking Rule 2
The escape route was compromised.
Alejandro had leaked her position to the local militia to clean up the mess.
Troops closed in on her cabin. The Situation: Surrounded. Heavy artillery
incoming. The Rule: Rule 2: Never love anyone more than your exit strategy. The
Violation: Her exit strategy was a solo trek north. But she stopped. She opened
her pack and retrieved a satellite phone. She dialed Pedro’s secure line in
Madrid. The Call: "Pedro. It's compromised. Don't go back to Lisbon. Stay
in Madrid. I love you." Pedro: "Riga? What's happening?" She
smashed the phone. She had wasted 30 seconds of her escape window just to
protect him. A fatal civilian mistake.
Scene 3: The Flash
The hills of Southern Chile lit up.
It was not artillery. It was not the militia. The sky turned blinding, absolute
white. A silent, terrifying glare that erased the mountains, the pine trees,
and the falling rain. A nuclear detonation. The shockwave had not arrived yet,
but the thermal radiation was instantaneous. The skin on Riga's hands began to
blister. The granite outcrop before her began to melt into glass. She did not
run. There was nowhere to run. She stood upright in the brilliant, burning
light. She closed her eyes. She thought of the state-of-the-art firing range in
Dhaka. She thought of her three daughters holding their pistols. She thought of
her father's face. She remembered Pedro and how he always loved her. The
shockwave hit. The sound was deafening, or perhaps it was total silence.
Everything dissolved into white.
Scene 4: Project Conclusion
The story ends here on this
ambiguous note. We do not know who dropped the bomb, why Chile was targeted, or
if Riga somehow survived the blast radius inside a bunker or mountain cleft.
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Scene 1: Epilogue: Madrid to Dhaka
The news from South America was
non-existent. A total communications blackout over the southern grid. The media
called it an atmospheric anomaly. Pedro knew better. He knew the blinding light
meant the end of the contract.
Scene 2: The Return
Two months later, Pedro landed at
Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport. The Dhaka heat was suffocating. He
carried one leather duffel bag. Inside were his old shooting medals and a
single .45 caliber casing.
He took a taxi directly to
Gulshan-1. He knew where they would be.
Scene 3: The Meeting at the Range
The indoor firing range was cool,
loud, and smelled of cordite. Three young girls stood at the 25-meter lane.
They moved with absolute synchronization. Raise weapon. Firing stance. Aim. Two
rounds each, center mass. Pedro stood behind the glass, watching. The middle
daughter turned. She noticed his posture before she noticed his face. Tactical
awareness. Just like her mother. He walked through the heavy acoustic door. The
Middle Daughter: "The range is private today." Pedro: "I know.
Your mother told me about this place." The girls lowered their 9mm
Berettas. They looked at his eyes. They looked at his hands, checking for
threats. The Eldest: "You're Pedro. The fool who can outshoot the
instructors." Pedro smiled. The grief in his chest loosened slightly. Riga
was gone, dissolved in the white flash of the Chilean hills, but her rules
remained. Pedro: "Let me see your stance. Your grip is slightly off. I'll
show you how she did it." The three daughters nodded, stepping back to let
him into the lane. The cycle continued.
Scene 4: Project Complete
Riga... Battle commander... Mother
and survivor... The story of Riga, Pedro, and the daughters concludes here. For
now…
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