Riga Finally Begins

 

 

Riga Finally Begins

"Get inside the fucking transport!" the call went out to her. Her was a small shapely female. Noticeable even in her lose combat uniform trousers and jacket with helmet and boots. The man said it again, louder.

 

The transport sat there on the hard sandy ground, engines spooling over. A whistling sound like an odd wind. She looked around and at the speaker. Her eyes were wide and elsewhere. Then she focused on the man before her. She took in his face and nodded. At this time things changed inside the gal. What happened inside the man? She turned and walked away. It was obvious they were no longer together. Yet were before.

 

She adjusted her rifle strap and entered the transporter as the armoured door opened. It closed with a slam. The engines changed pitch and the craft lifted off in a cloud of dust. The man shielded his eyes and watched the craft till it was out of site. Then he shouldered his rifle and returned to his vehicle, a small but bulky hover type thing. He started on the third attempt and zipped off over the flat desert. He kept the speed just below maximum. His face showed no expression. It was good she was gone. After all this time and problems. Onto the next thing.

 

Riga called the man arsehole and many insulting names in her mind. He was expendable like he thought she was. She had gotten what she wanted. The information would change the future of the galaxy. It was just a matter of applying it. What a stupid fool he was. He would soon learn. She sat back and listen to the drone of the engines. Soon she fell asleep…

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