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Bad Flights

The universe was against the planes on this day

There were so many plane crashes all over the world

Dozens of planes fell from the sky or collided mid-air

Most people were killed some terribly injured

Hundreds of ear misses with shaken crew and passengers

Why not simply ground all the planes let them fly the day later?

This day was unlucky to be in the air it was a cursed flying day

Didn’t they realize that after three four and five had crashed?

The number kept increasing the experts should’ve decided

This stops right now as planes can’t crash when not flying

Saving lives and valuable flying machines from ruin

 

 

 

 

Problem Solver!

A missile solves all problems in life

If you need money then steal a missile

A Soviet agent stole a live Sidewinder

And sold it to the Russians for a nice sum

If your neighbour plays loud music

Fire a Hellfire at them the music will cease

Enjoy the silence oh how serene!

Just two examples of how a missile

Solves life's problems!

 

 

 

When It Ends

At the time it’s the biggest event of your life

All-consuming the romance you can't live without

The sports car you think about 24/7

Looking back it wasn’t so big or important

Why at the time did it seem so?

You were so involved in too deep

Your mum says hold a little back

Don’t be disappointed when it ends

 

 

 

 

Oh Art!

Write me the story of a writer

Tell me what he or she does

 

Not just writing on a page

Why they do it

 

What inspires them?

How they do it

 

For whom they do it

All this and more

 

Start to finish the journey

Writing is an art

 

We can do it

Yet so few really excel

 

 

Walk down the long beach/what do you see by the sea?/God help the men there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

RIGA STORIES

 

Another Silence

Why was Riga being distant to one of her operatives? She had things on her mind. Being a private person she didn’t tell many her thoughts or issues. She'd confided a few times in this certain operative. They had a romance when he first joined her unit. It lasted weeks. She liked him but didn’t love him. Or did she? He loved her deeply. She was easy to fall for being genuine. What you saw as what you got. She judged people on their actions and said love was just that an action. It was easy to say I Love You. It was harder to show more than words. The operative listened to this and remembered. He now judged her on her actions not her words or lack of them. She was mostly silent. He only got one encrypted message every day or two. When he asked her questions on the mission she replied. When it was personal stuff the wall was there. What was she going through right now? Why had Riga put a wall there? Was she avoiding him? Or avoiding being close to him. He still saw her at the base and she still gave orders that he followed. One of the more experienced operatives pulled him to one side and explained their boss had always been this way. She was testing him. Would he keep his cool or freak out? He continued being professional and learning his trade. Answers would be given in time. For now he let the distance remain.

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Command Rules

Riga became cold hearted to one of her operatives. This man was older than her. He was trained in jungle operations like she was. They went training in the jungles of Guatemala. Here they practiced hit and run missions on fictitious targets, escape and evasion, navigation and other disciplines. They were off the grid with only emergency satellite comms and a one-time use drone. They could do what they wanted and they did. They found a secluded pool with a falls. Here they swam and were careful of the currents. For three days they remained here. It was paradise in a distant land. Lovemaking and more was one of their activities. The jungle was a place with no people. At least this spot was. There were no rival guerrilla groups or drug production facilities. Just Riga and Miguel getting it on by a pool with falls. Of course it couldn’t last forever. They had to hike back to Brazil and show proof of training coverage to Satan. They took their time returning. Upon arrival they were greeted as heroes. Did the other operatives suspect what had happened? Of course! Riga was distant and professional to the trooper. He was hurt and upset. Why was his boss like this? If he had ever been in command he would know. The others could suspect or guess but not be given proof unless it was needed. And this time it wasn’t.

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Solo Riga

Riga pretended to go AWOL. She simply disappeared and never told anybody where she was going. She went to the neighbouring country flitting over the border in a truck. Safely across she went to the small town. Here she donned a disguise as a domestic helper. She said she was from Laos. The wages here were low. Many people moved abroad to earn a better wage. Some became victims to fraudsters. Riga didn't like this. It wasn't honest or ethical. She pretended to be a poor woman looking for work and a better life at a factory compound. The two men she met carried guns and were very shifty. They checked her fake passport and flight tickets then took her to a middleman. He interviewed her and checked her background. All she told him was lies. That she needed to earn a wage for her daughter and sick parents who were old. He took it all in. This was a common story. Riga was given a meal of takeaway burger and fries with cola. Then she was taken to see a bigger boss. This was her target. He did the final interviews and had the workers’ fates in his hands. Riga told the same story but added to it. Again he believed her. He examined her documents again. He explained how much she would be paid and where she would stay. There was a secure dormitory for the women separated from the men. However she would be expected to have sex with him or anybody who wanted her. This started there and then. He said show me what you’ve got and she did so. She was naked and he fucked the operative leader on the sofa in his secure office. He came inside her and she came three times. She enjoyed sex and used it to further her aims. After she washed she went to her quarters. Here there was no privacy and make armed guards prowled about. Riga went straight to work. She had to clean up in the guards’ canteen and serve food and do their laundry. Riga was well organized and put a rota together. This allowed her to do different tasks at different times. The work went on the three weeks. Then the top boss called her to his office and locked the door. As before they had sex. Riga always enjoyed this. After it was over she carried out her mission. She got a ball point pen off the desk and pushed it into the boss' eyeball. She was fast and it killed him in seconds. His body jerked and he fell to the floor. Now she accessed his encrypted computer and hacked it in less than a minute. She located his main bank accounts the sent the money to a thousand different shell accounts. This in turn sent the cash to a hundred thousand others. It was untraceable except for the magical marker she'd put on it. Then she locked his pc and climbed out of the window onto the roof. Here she snuck onto a neighbouring building, climbed down a wall and escaped from the secure guarded compound. Now Satan had another evil soul in Hell and the cash went into bank accounts owned by people and organizations allied to the dark side. Riga wasn't paid a cent for her actions. The thrill of success was all she needed or wanted. The fake company would fold and the guards would rebel when they found their leader dead and wages unpaid. The workers would be left to their fate. It wasn’t Riga’s current concern. Satan would deal personally with them.

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