Riga Electric

Riga Electric

Riga flew her disc over a certain country. She had a job to do. There was a power station. It powered several weapons factories. Turn off the power and they couldn't make missiles or bullets. The power station was medium size with four generation points. It was duel fuelled. Oil provided the first line of use to turbines to produce electricity. If this system went out there was a back up coal system. Both were fully functional and tested. Riga knew that by taking out any part of this would render it inoperable. She hovered her flying saucer a thousand feet over the site. She was invisible. Her viewing window was open and she studied the facility. She powered up the laser and chose a cool looking pink beam. On the screen she placed a red target cross. She moved this with a small hand controller. With a single thought Riga made her craft visible. Now people would see her against the grey clouds. Am almost mirror like silver disc. Alien but oddly Earth like. She waited a few minutes to be noticed. Workers stood in the yard and pointed. Then she moved the cross over to the oil storage tanks. With a click of the control the laser fired once. An intense pink beam lit up the ground. Metal glowed orange then melted. Oil combusted and burst into flames. Bright yellow fire and black smoke coiled upwards. She fired again. An violent explosion collapsed three oil storage tanks. Burning oil spread over the yard. She fired again and moved the beam over to the turbines. There were eight in all. Laser energy illuminated the area. The roof fell in. Molten metal burned and the precision engineered turbines heated up and turned to useless junk. Intense temperatures melted the entire building. Smoke hid the destruction. Roaring flames sent workers running for their lives. Riga swept the laser over the coal warehouse. It set on fire. She burnt up the diggers and bulldozers that moved the coal. Finally she wiped out the offices and workers quarters. The power station ceased to exist. With no power the weapon factories were out of commission. They were too large to have a back up facility or generators. Next time Riga would burn up the production facilities. This was lesson number one for the corrupt war faring government. For now her job was done. She rubbed her hands and smiled. With a shove of the control she climbed vertically away. Nobody challenged her...