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Riga Electric (version)

 Riga Electric (version)

Riga flew her disc she had a job to do

There was a power station

It powered weapons factories

Turn off the juice and they couldn’t make missiles

The power station was medium size with four generation points

Oil provided the first line of use to turbines to produce electricity

If this system went out there was a backup coal system

Riga knew that by taking out any part of this would render it inoperable

She hovered a thousand feet over the site invisible

She studied the facility

She powered up the laser and chose a pink beam

On the screen a red target cross

She moved this with a hand controller

Riga made her craft visible

Now people would see her against the clouds

A silver disc

Alien but Earth like

She waited to be noticed

Workers stood in the yard and pointed

To the oil storage tanks

With a click of the control the laser fired

An intense pink beam lit up

Metal glowed and melted

Oil combusted and burst into flames

Bright yellow fire and black smoke coiled up

Riga Pedro gal

Riga Pedro Gal

Some stories need to be told. Do you have such a story? I've several like that. Will the world judge if they are? One is about a gal I met in the army. She was a Level 2 sniper. This means she used a rifle with night and bad weather and indirect sights. Could shoot over hills. I was a mail man. I ran the base post office. Even in the digital age post was looked forward to. Digital comms could be hacked. Even military grade. Post was monitored and censored. Was it every letter or random? They never said. That kept us all guessing. The enemy included. As for the gal she took me shooting. We hiked into the jungle. She knew the way. There was no path. The rocks were magnetic and hindered enemy drones and scanners. Or so she said. We made love under the trees. These were Asian mahogany trees. Fifty metres or more tall and two round the base. She was intense. I'd not seen that type of energy since Riga. Riga was different. This one was named Lisa. She was aimed for battle being a sniper and more. Some things she never said. Yet she said others. Some were secret. Or were with my level of military understanding. She told me of new guns and of ammo with just the bullet. The charge was in the bullet base. She would be able to carry double the load. Double her kills. This was said as a fact. I knew not to fuck with her but we did fuck. Many times.  We screwed by a pool then swam. I cooked wild rabbit I snared with fresh potatoes and tomatoes. My skills were good. After eating we made love and then fired her mid size rifle. It was easy to use. She taught me. Don't put the sight to your face or your face will be marked. Even with a bump stock. No rush. Breath focus aim. My third shot was on target. Unlike her first. There and with me. We did other things too. Those don't matter. Later she was posted away. Always on operations. Like I was with the mail. Posted here and there with the troops. Regular troops not SpecFor unlike Lisa. Her location was secret for a reason. I wondered when would we meet again? Would she surprise me as Riga often did? Speaking of her how was she? She owed me a message. I had mail to do. I still wondered. Was every letter censored? I'd write both gals. Send Riga a letter and also my new one Lisa. Lisa's letter would wait till she was back. Such was the life of an army mail man.

**"

Riga no reply

Riga No Reply

Riga got an email from Pedro

He’d gotten into difficulties in Dassault

She read the email three times to understand

As usual she never replied it was her way

His supervisor didn’t like him and reported him

This happened four times! What bullshit

Pedro explained each of the reasons

It was all bullshit yet he’d been nailed on it

The reasons and why didn’t matter

Riga knew her ex was a survivor like her

He loved planes and making them

There were other technician jobs

Lockheed Martin was hiring skilled techs

For their F-35 and unmanned drones

Pedro said he was taking six months out

He would hike Africa, Taiwan and Russia

Interesting remote risky places

Riga almost wished she was with him

Six months was a long time

And she had her IT business to run

She dismissed saying she would go

Best let him find his own way

He was the same as Riga there

Riga went back to writing new code

For a dead line job that’d pay well

She would buy a new bike

And tour the US for two weeks

Riga no reply

Riga No Reply

Riga got an email from Pedro

He’d gotten into difficulties in Dassault

She read the email three times to understand

As usual she never replied it was her way

His supervisor didn’t like him and reported him

This happened four times! What bullshit

Pedro explained each of the reasons

It was all bullshit yet he’d been nailed on it

The reasons and why didn’t matter

Riga knew her ex was a survivor like her

He loved planes and making them

There were other technician jobs

Lockheed Martin was hiring skilled techs

For their F-35 and unmanned drones

Pedro said he was taking six months out

He would hike Africa, Taiwan and Russia

Interesting remote risky places

Riga almost wished she was with him

Six months was a long time

And she had her IT business to run

She dismissed saying she would go

Best let him find his own way

He was the same as Riga there

Riga went back to writing new code

For a dead line job that’d pay well

She would buy a new bike

And tour the US for two weeks

Riga oops

Riga Oops

Riga took the chance when she could. At least in this reality. To get to know new guys. This involved ones met randomly on the bus or on the street. Some became trusted friends or lovers. Riga met one on a flight to Paris once. She was on a business trip. That was done and three days were added just to date the guy. Opportunities only came by once. Some you made happen like the trip. Others were random. Like meeting Tim in the street in Madrid. He was Dutch. Riga took him to an alternative rock bar and art gallery. Later they made love. Life was too short. When not fixing IT systems Riga was building computers. She had little time for other events. This is why she focused. If she went out to drop off a computer she kept her eyes open. Not just for robbers bit for catches. The single guy on the train strong into space. What was he thinking? Once Riga asked and was rewarded with a boyfriend. They were together three months. He was from Peru and flew back..Riga would visit one day. Riga's critical thinking skills were good on the fly. She was able to adapt and command situs. And was flattered when guys insisted the contact. This happened a few times. She was careful trusting her instincts and skills. Riga carried a small lady's pistol in her pocket. It would do the job. She practiced with it. Riga would never need it. The small gal could handle herself. This included getting what she wanted or needed. Wants and needs were different she she matched both excellently. If she needed a fit young guy to sooth her she went to the pool or gym. It was easy. Her need was to be satisfied. Not the want of a six month relationship. Both were different. Apples and oranges. Riga always knew what tondo. She was Riga.

Riga oops

Riga Oops

Riga took the chance when she could. At least in this reality. To get to know new guys. This involved ones met randomly on the bus or on the street. Some became trusted friends or lovers. Riga met one on a flight to Paris once. She was on a business trip. That was done and three days were added just to date the guy. Opportunities only came by once. Some you made happen like the trip. Others were random. Like meeting Tim in the street in Madrid. He was Dutch. Riga took him to an alternative rock bar and art gallery. Later they made love. Life was too short. When not fixing IT systems Riga was building computers. She had little time for other events. This is why she focused. If she went out to drop off a computer she kept her eyes open. Not just for robbers bit for catches. The single guy on the train strong into space. What was he thinking? Once Riga asked and was rewarded with a boyfriend. They were together three months. He was from Peru and flew back..Riga would visit one day. Riga's critical thinking skills were good on the fly. She was able to adapt and command situs. And was flattered when guys insisted the contact. This happened a few times. She was careful trusting her instincts and skills. Riga carried a small lady's pistol in her pocket. It would do the job. She practiced with it. Riga would never need it. The small gal could handle herself. This included getting what she wanted or needed. Wants and needs were different she she matched both excellently. If she needed a fit young guy to sooth her she went to the pool or gym. It was easy. Her need was to be satisfied. Not the want of a six month relationship. Both were different. Apples and oranges. Riga always knew what tondo. She was Riga.

riga fish story and new poems

 Riga Fish

Riga was wet. She went to work. The sky opened and never closed. It drenched her. That was fine. She walked down the street wearing a two-piece bikini. The top bit was purple the lower bit green. Most of sexy little Riga was on display. Water coursed down her body. Her hair was a wet mass stuck to her back. She smiled at people rushing through the monsoon downpour. Hiding under brollies and rain coats. Here was Riga enjoying it. She danced from puddle to puddle. Walls of water shot this way and that. Her smile said it all. Others stared at her. That bizarre female. Riga dancing on the street. Wearing only a bikini. Look at her moves. Look at those lovely legs. Her small titties almost visible. Nipples sticking out though the water is warm. Several men stop and watch. Soaked to the damn skin. Fully dressed no umbrellas. Riga cavorts twirls and swirls. Her eye sparkle as she blinks away water. Many want her. Few will get her. How about Riga making love in the rain in Lisbon? Completely fucking naked.

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Let’s sky spar baby/Javelin and Scorpion/little dance above

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Armoured Door

Another dawn another night gone

More of the same down here over there

See the gal there she’s one of that kind

Good in bed no complaints there

After your money most is possible

Mutual exchange get laid for cash

Does this make her a hooker?

Very interesting on multiple points

Pop round and see her

She’ll let you fuck her

Or call the damn cops

Either way it’ll be memorable

If you knock on her armoured door

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Toffees

My TL gives out NTEs

Like Santa Claus giving out

Candy to kids

Here’s another love letter

A Level 2 warning

See you in the next company!

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Lifted Away

You’re a bus passenger

Imagine seeing the nice gal

Walking down the road

Lifted up in a beam of light

Just taken then and there

Up above will be a ship

Where will it take her?

Nobody will believe you

Riga Aerospace by Brian Von Blimp

 https://books2read.com/u/bpve6g

Amazon.com: Riga Aerospace eBook : Von Blimp, Brian : Kindle Store

Join Riga in her new book. Her story continues as a galactic explorer in her flying saucer and also as a pilot. She flies planes and choppers. Feel the thrill of looping the loop and exhilaration of flight. No other joy or activity equals this. This is what Riga thinks. Climb aboard for the journey of a life time. A sharp mind and mood control is needed for planetary travel and navigating difficult flights. She finds herself in other situations too. Compare your life to Riga's. Are you her and is she you?

Riga Flowing

Riga knew some things and other things she didn't. It was the linear of time. This went forward. There was there chance of going back if certain criteria were met. There was the infinite number of realities. Which were not transferable. Unless you had the encryption key. Not even Satan or Juniper's Daughter had this. Riga certainly didn't. She understood the basics and theory. Riga had a husband in one reality. They were happy and five children. Yet in another reality only had two before parting. Yet other realities were even more profound. Fiction could not write this. For reality had no limits unlike a writer's mind. Normal people have little idea of different realities. Except when things went wrong. Or rarely went well. They wondered at the chance of their fortunes. It was all planned out. There was some control yet most things were uncontrollable. Those were left alone. Only control what you can. To most it was like trying to stop the rain. Not possible. Yet you could wear a rain coat. It took a spaceship to flow.

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Riga Humane

Her journey was the same. People living on that world. All had the same experiences. Yes, there were some differences. These were small. Bigger differences occurred when a soul was born elsewhere. This being a different alien world. Of which there were many. Many aliens were like Riga. Especially the greys. Small critical thinking. Without emotion though. Except for the one who wanted to see the ocean. Riga had been an alien being several times in her souls' existence. There was the purple ice planet she lived on twenty-five thousand years ago. Her form was different. She was small as she always was. She had no ship. One wasn't needed for she could fly. Either with her body of her mind. This skill was used only here. Different worlds had different rules. Like different Earth based nations had their own languages. Riga was one soul or being. There was a lot in the Universe. Not an infinite amount but a lot. And they lived time and again. Not just in each reality bit different ones. This was the joy of life. All living creatures existed and went to the spirit world upon death. This was the way it was. And all believed in a Creator.

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Riga Hornisse Oxford Brian Von Blimp

 https://www.xinxii.com/fiction-literature-1/short-stories-10?product_id=536916

https://books2read.com/u/mgXegx

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H7LKL8YV

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H7LHY8L4/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0

Riga Hornisse Oxford

Brian Von Blimp

This book is about Riga. I know who Riga is and what she stands for. This is for Riga. She represents strength in adversity and courage and love. ‎Join Riga in her new escapades. Learn of her inner moods and thought processes. Especially those with Pedro. Her main lover and protagonist. Oh how precious their love was! He gets a say in this book. Especially of her treatment of him. It's not all blue sky or summer. There are romantic situations, difficult post romance conversations, sci-fi journeys in her flying saucer and more. Fasten your seat belt and join the little female as she navigated her own emotions and the distant galaxy. You will not be disappointed. How will you relate to all this?

 

Riga Standings

Riga worked in a call centre in Bangkok. She had an issue with a bent manager. This guy was head of sales in the VOIP account. Riga groused over his ethics. The guy was good at selling. That couldn't be denied. He wasn't able to do anything else. Being type cast for the role. Riga's supervisor friend Eurasia reported the manager for corruption. Riga agreed on this and advised her friend how to do it. The manager denied his agents the full sales bonus. This was wrong and equal to theft and dishonesty. If the agreed amount was 1000 per sale and only 700 was paid, there was an issue. Unless the amount had been changed and the agents told. The guy also increased the number of users on sales by manipulation. The bent manager was given a month’s suspension. Riga and Eurasia celebrated and had a beer at the local bar by the call centre. Both gals talked. They knew the manager would be back and do this again. Then they wanted him permanently out of the centre. It was possible and all tactics. Riga waggled her toes and grinned. We will bring better values to the call centre. Starting with the bent manager. Then his smarmy lieutenant will be next. He's another wanker obsessed with sales. Upping the numbers by illegal manipulation. Eurasia agreed. This is war and we are winning! Both will be removed. We will make it so. Riga and Eurasia were good as sales. The legal correct empathic way...

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‎Riga Crescendos

‎There are times I want to quit

‎There are times when I have had enough

‎

I remember the mission

‎I remember why

‎I remember those here before me

‎I remember what they did

‎I remember the legacy we all created

‎

No matter how hard it gets

‎That's why I stay

‎

Even on the hardest darkest day

‎When life and my job has broken me

‎Time and time again beyond breaking

‎

That's why I'm still here

‎Small little vulnerable Riga

 

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Riga Seasonal

Riga saw an old pilot she once flew with

He had just landed a transporter

She descended from her disc

They were at an alien outpost

Both saw one another

And ignored the other

For she reported him to control

Due to his unlicensed space craft

The ship was fast so needed no licence

Nothing could catch him

Except her disc but she wouldn't

She wanted nothing to do with him

The report grated on his nerves

He paid the fine at control

Then got on with his job

Ignoring the small bad-tempered gal

Who was always right

Due to her skills and moods

With no recognition of her

He finished the checks and was off

His ship ascended on orange exhausts

Riga would stay here two days

There was a bar and eating place

Once she took her ex there

Those days were over past dead

Now it was her and the disc

She wished her ex well

Soon forgot him and went to the bar

The first iced beer was a joy

Alien brew coloured green

More would follow with food

It was a long way from Earth

If only it was different

An ex who was a friend

They could fly together but

Now they were strangers

Two Earthlings far from Earth

Both with very different alien craft

And with the same insolent ways

The aliens thought them crazy!

 

Riga Project (Brian Von Blimp)

Riga Project (Brian Von Blimp) Hi welcome to my page and my varied videos of different things all related to my Riga Project. These are based on the writing in my varied books under Brian Von Blimp (pen name of Nick Armbrister). Join Riga on her journey. It will not be easy... Riga is based on a real person who is small, a great critical thinker and very bad tempered when triggered. I know who she is. Thanks to the real Riga for the inspiration and support. And thanks to all the others who have participated or supported this project. Check out the Riga books by Brian Von Blimp on Amazon and other sites. AI was used to convert the text to audio and for the images. The stories are human written.

https://www.youtube.com/@rigaproject66613 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jX_4K_I_Go&t=21s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQSwdhRgUiA&t=12s

some links to my books

 Jimmy Boom Semtex Erotic Short Stories Volume 1: Semtex, Jimmy Boom: 9798675157273: Amazon.com: Books

CALL CENTRE TIMES BOOK 2 - Kindle edition by Von Blimp , Brian . Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

HEART OF THE COUNTRY SHORT STORY COLLECTION: ARMBRISTER, NICK: 9798681128694: Amazon.com: Books

Riga Holdings

 

Riga Holdings

‎Riga never missed Pedro after she left him. She knew he missed her for he said it in many emails. These she ignored. Once Riga got a message. It was off her ex-husband. He said Pedro did something bad and was held in a facility. Riga went to see him. Pedro never knew she was there. He was held in a secure room. There were two pin hole cameras filming him. The two-way mirror was obsolete. The small gal felt many emotions. Memories at their old relationship. Guilt at the time with Pedro and not with her dad. And bad over how she treated him 2025. I was with you and not my dad when we climbed all those mountains. Are you thinking of me now? Good or bad thoughts? What did you do to end up in here? I know you still love me and want me. I know you've met somebody else. Does she know of me and what we did? How much did you tell her? You always caused the problems Pedro. Taking me away from my gals and my father. You deserved what I did to you. Why do I feel bad about that? I told you I'm a bitch and I am. Yet I'm not a bad person. Though I may act like a bad gal. Something very bad will happen to you here. After their debilitations on what you did. If only you knew I was here. But I think that would finally break you. More than when I hurt you in 25. I could save you in all ways. Fix how you feel about me, fix us, get you out of here. But I will not. I will observe you a while then leave and forget about you. As the world will forget about you after your sentence is passed. I hear the sentence really hurts. I'm sorry for all the pain you endured and will do. Please forgive me Pedro. I'll always love you. I'm sorry you ended up this way. Now I must move on with my life. Riga left the holding facility. Pedro was oblivious to her presence. Yet knew she was close in his heart. Till his last breath...

‎***

Riga Tens

 

Riga Tens

Riga knew a few things. She knew that when you had love it meant something. You kept hold of it. Most people equated this to staying with the person. She did not. Take Pedro. Riga would always love him. To her this did not mean staying with him. She kept it quiet from most people. It was none of their fucking business! Bitch. There had been no excuse for Riga treating Pedro like shit. She left him and this wounded him. He reached out to be friends. At this point she still cared. They tried to be friends and failed. His unstable moods riled the small bad-tempered female. Triggered her and made her furious. This is what partly wrecked the chances of being friends. As did his powerful love for her. As did her own moods and treatment of him. She told him: What you want is not possible. That would still make me your mistress. That involves love making, going for coffee, hiking, time together etc. Riga knew this was the time she cut Pedro off. There would be no going back. Though she still loved him. It hit her at times. Unbalanced her. Her own emotions controlling her. This made the little critical thinking female ever madder. She ruled her emotions with a hammer. Like always ruled the big soldier. Riga felt bad about that. Yet she was Riga and always this way. And he deserved it. Look at the size of the lazy soldier half breed! She did miss him, his company, his spirit, his soul, his aura, his green eyes, their rampant insane sex life. She missed being a real fucking bitch with him. Shouting at him and stamping her feet till the fool cried. Oh, I was such a bitch with Pedro. I still love him. I could fix this in an afternoon. Yet refuse to do so. I blame him for time away from my father and daughters. This is so easy to fix yet I will not. Poor Pedro. How badly I treated him in 2025. He can handle it. Pedro the lazy half breed soldier. Why must I be this way? Look, my temper overcame my critical thinking...

***

 

 

Riga bookish

Riga Bookish  

  

Riga finished the book she was writing. I got my thoughts down. This covers my time on various things. Time working in call centres. Twenty years of that. My military service in South America. Several criminal exploits including pinching the museum gems. And how can I leave out that lazy Indian Portuguese fool Pedro? Oh how good he was on bed and as a sniper. A real live wire. I made him cry many times. I'm a real bitch! Small but terrible. How can a grown muscle man be scared of a female who is small? He knows my bad temper as do my opponents. All will buy my book. Especially if I wrote about them! I did it under a pen name. We will see if anybody guesses the truth. If they do I will shoot them! Or give them an advanced coaching session. See how good their critical thinking is. How nice eh? Few people know I like guns. They were part of my job. I got good results. My bosses trusted me on hard missions. My moods could interfere but I controlled them. Even used them toy advantage. You can read about some of this in my new book. I wonder if you will like it? It's all mixed together. The realities. Will you notice? Hurry now to the book shop and make me a beer seller.

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Displays Settings

 Displays Settings

Look at our TV screen setup. Images on a screen. Seen from metres away. The image on the left is you. The image on the right is me. We are scanned by the day TV camera and night Infrared cameras. You look different, and so do I. Bits of objects. Fading into sight. Displayed on two displays. The system uses two cameras. It allows us to be viewed. You are writing your stage play. I am playing a video game. All caught on black and white TV and green and yellow on the heat screen. Blurry confusing images. Sense can be made of them if you know how. You look like a wraith. Sat down, leaning over the notepad with your pen. How odd both TV screen images look. The day camera image is the best. You look oddly good in black and white. I see your legs stretched out. The curve of your thighs and slim waist. I am almost violent by comparison. Doing my shoot 'em up game. See my hands move this way and that. Pounding the side controller. Really giving it something. The screen I look at is surreal on both TVs. It can be seen, but nothing makes sense. Looking at a screen thru a screen. I cannot focus on both day and night viewing screens as I look on my gaming display. It's all recorded on old video tape. The computer transcribes this digitally. It's done this way for a reason. The 1960s day TV camera and 1970s Infrared scanner are classic. I struggled for months to find these items. Old military surplus. It took me weeks to wire them up. Now i see you write and I play my game. Later tell me your views. Can this setup be improved baby? We will discuss this after we make love. After our creative activities are done.
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some of my book links on d2d

Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties

By: Nick Armbrister 

https://books2read.com/u/4X925a

Desert Driving

By: Nick Armbrister

https://books2read.com/u/3LAVx1

Riga Falling From A Great Height

By: Brian Von Blimp

https://books2read.com/u/boREY1

Riga powerless

Riga Powerless

Riga cried tears of what? I am powerless! They took those pilots. Stole them from the sky. And their planes too. I never thought it was possible. I knew I was wrong. It is possible as I have a similar craft. I could do the same if I wanted to. Go to a planet where beings flew in the sky in vehicles. I could go and abduct them. Just like happened on Earth in 1988. The American Navy pilots and crew intercepting an alien ship. Taken against their will by a flying saucer. Two missing F14 planes and four crew. Never seen again. All seen from the ground and on radar. Hundreds witnessed it. One man even took photos. He was harassed by the CIA. Give us the photos. No! The world saw what happened. And it happened again. Six months later. Two more Tomcat fighters and four crew taken again. This by a triangular shaped craft. Not a disc like before. I want to know what the pilot's wives and girlfriends were told. Riga wanted answers to her many questions. Was it possible for her to go and find the missing crews and planes? After all, Riga had a ship. It was alien and could abduct. But she was only one. Her ship was intelligent. So it was possible. But the morals of it ? Did those aliens have morals when they took the intercepting US Navy jets? Or were they so alien and robotic they were as sentient and aware as a piece of rock? The small gal wanted answers. From her tears came a determination. I will find the answers what happened. Where they were taken. Where they are now. And above all else, why? I will get the truth of what happened over Puerto Rico in 1988. Answers are needed. 

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Riga Infinite Angel (written by AI edited by me)

 

Riga Infinite Angel (written by AI edited by me)

​1

​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.

 

 

2

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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