Klara Käiser knew her purpose in life. She had been trained since birth to be prefect. And she was that. From her calculated stare to the pure blue eyes that held it, she was everything deserving of the title she had gained. She was untouched by the Western Philosophy she had cloaked herself in, retaining every word of the truth that had been taught to her as a child. The truth the world had now learned the hard way.
Life is not defined by how long it is or how many live it. It is defined by what is done with it. The sacrifice of a few, is not only justified, but necessary.
Klara watched the heavy material that made up the back of the truck ripple in the wind with blank eyes. In two months, the entire world had changed. They had been unprepared. That was unacceptable.
"Do you not wish to go over the mission, Kapitän?" Klara asked, as she knew they were nearing their destination.
The agent adjusted his suit jacket. The formal attire was out of place in the dark supply truck. "No," the agent said after much thought. "This is hardly your first mission. I trust you."
Klara glanced down at the floor. Trust within the ranks was critical, but it usually only extended to those above you. Rarely was such approval gifted from a superior.
She supposed this was a form of goodbye. It was unnecessary, as he was surely not thinking of her own sentiment. It would be illogical to assume so, as he had never considered her before. No, she deducted, the farewell was for his own comfort. Perhaps he feared the device would not work, and administering a parting gesture would clear his conscious.
Klara nodded. That was reasonable.