Riga Infinite Angel (written by AI edited by me)

 

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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