Alpha called today. She had a mission for me.
I accepted.
They thought I was crazy.
The insertion plan was a launch from the VE-79. The cyborg handlers strapped me in.
It’s no wonder they thought I was crazy. This system was new, and the test pilots had reported negative results.
Atmospheric re-entry can be particularly rough. Some agents never come back down.
Captain was emotional. He’s always like that before one of his own goes into the field.
At impact minus five I deployed the Mission Optional Mandated Standardized Landing Assist Protocol.
The hard part would be getting past the guards. They don’t stand for any nonsense.
I took the subterranean route.
It’s exactly like the training grounds. I can do it with my eyes closed and while holding my breath.
I spotted my objective. Queen Kama-huna-maca-nana-ooboo, intelligence had informed us, was in grave peril. Her prime minister was plotting an assasination during the annual Feast of the Salamander Moon.
Even from my position suction-cupped to the ceiling, I could smell the explosive in the national dish, and the fuse was already burning.
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