Anything and Everything: Absolution

Part II

She hoped that she would get a goodnight sleep for tomorrow's events. It would be a long day of surveillance of the Terrorist Camp at the bottom of the ridge, and she would need all of her abilities or she'd end up dead by the end of the week. Sure, she had taken down two thousand pound trolls and fully grown Dragons in her lifetime, but she wasn't as young as she was and she needed to compensate that with these newly found skills. And the fact that her partner was a patronizing pig didn't help her stress levels either.

Ever since they had left Andrews Air force base that morning, he had been treating her as if she were a child and had never picked up a gun before, let alone flew in a plane. He had told her how to pack her bags, what weapons she needed and how to properly put on a parachute. It was mind numbing to her and she hoped, just hoped that there was more to Terry Newman then what appeared to her. She'd hate to end her career prematurely all because she wanted to snap his neck when she finally had it with his idiotic mouth.

Untying the lose ponytail that her hair was in, she sighed and slipped down into the sleeping bag. Tomorrow would be hell, she knew that she'd wake in the morning with an afro from all of the heat in the air and she almost wanted to sleep outside in the desert to get it over with and at least she'd have a hell of an alarm clock when she opened her eyes. And maybe Terry would turn out to be a tolerable human being.

Day 1 12:23 PM

The warm air was blowing through her hair as she lay down on her stomach and peered out through the electronic binoculars. There had been caravans coming and going throughout the encampment all morning and it looked as if it wasn't going to end. She had tried to get a look at what exactly they had been unloading, but the height from the plateau to the bottom of the ridge was too high. Her senses were telling her that it was a shipment of weapons, it was clear that either she or Terry would need to go down there anyway.

"When do you want to move on the camp?" Rose asked Terry who was directly next to her.

"It depends on how we'll want to proceed, you want to storm the camp with guns blazing or do want to be calculated about it and just blow them all to smithereens?" He asked lowering the binoculars.

She turned to face him, "I prefer just going in there and blowing them all to hell."

"Alright," He winked at her, "Let's say we continue with this recon and then we start to plan the raid."

Day 2 10:04 PM

She was surprised how damn cold it could get it night in the desert. Frankly she would have chosen to take the night shift, but then again that wasn't important. Despite the fact that she was working, she kept thinking about home and her children, husband and the developed world in general. She kept thinking about Soda and Pizza and various other junk foods that made life worth living. Not to mention air-conditioning, rain and Sex, oh yes she missed sex with her husband. But she couldn't let her thoughts dwell on that too much.

The only man within a thousand miles that she found mildly attractive was Terry, and that was even more dangerous when she thought about that. Here she had no control. she didn't have the nagging voice of Alyssa in her voice to keep her in line. Not that she thought about cheating on her husband more often.

Day 3 1:29 AM

They decided to skip surveillance for tonight. Tomorrow they would approach the camp and lay everyone out, it had been confirmed that the Terrorist Leader was in residence there and they could easily take him out and be done their mission. They would still have to wait for the seventh day of their mission to go home so that would mean that they would have two and half days to kill, "Are you good with the sniper rifle?"

"Sure," Rose nodded, "I'm not as good with it as I am with regular guns, but I can manage."

"Can you manage to do it from the top of this ridge here?" He asked polishing his weapon.

"A thousand vertical meters away, yes I can," Rose smiled. Her ego was getting stroked again.

Terry flashed a rouge grin and nodded his head approvingly, "You are absolutely amazing you know?"

Getting up, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and gave him a smile. She hoped that her dramatics would at least keep him from seeing the blush that was now over her face, "In addition to saving the rain forest and curing cancer, I also moon light as a sexy blonde super hero who rescues cats from trees."

"I bet you do look sexy in tights," He winked at her saucily, "Can I see you in them back in the states?"

She chuckled without a bit of humor in her voice whatsoever, "My husband would tear your giblets off."

"Oh I think I could stand a chance against him, honestly, he's just a d-dragon…" He let the air hang.

This time she really did chuckle, and in dark amusement that made her day, "That's hilarious. I forget to mention that in addition to tearing off your giblets, he would shove your dethatched giblets up your behind and the rip your eye out without severing the optic nerve so you could watch yourself die…"

"Wow that was ehm… graphic…" He said actually feeling a shiver down his spine.

"You don't want to know what goes on up here," She said tapping the side her skull.