Sophia: I

OK thsi is a new piecew that i'm v v involved in enjoy more tomorrow. (p.s no the ain character is not lara croft)

It was warm in the thin canvas of the tent, and she lay on top of the thick quilt of her sleeping bag. Sweat trickled down her exposed cleavage; the tank top she wore along with the sports bra and combat pants had all been in the kit she’d been given on embarkation of the gun ship. She slipped the freshly cleaned cocking system of her 9.mm and holstered it on her right thigh as she completed the ritual with her second gun. The small bandoleer next to her was filled with the C4 charges she’d need, which meant all she needed was another crackling signal from the radio next to her telling her to move out.
This part of the Evecian jungle was peaceful, the HEM forces having cleared out much of the wild life when they had built they’re research facility, a facility she was now to destroy. The world had been at war for 30 years now, after the HEM take over of Evecia in the last elections they had used the country’s vast resources to build huge weapons and raises the largest army ever known. They had gradually begun to take over neighbouring countries and with those the party already had control over formed a giant empire the likes of which had become myth in ancient books.
The rest of the world bowed to the HEM and they won more and more provinces and countries in legal political elections, their preferred method of take over. They swept over the whole north continent dividing the world in two. The nations of the southern hemisphere banded together in an alliance and the stale mate began. This was two years ago and in the last two years; things had got much, much worse.

The HEM Empire had launched huge air attacks on major cities of the southern alliance, reducing vast acres of Land to smouldering rubble. The governments had moved to secret caves, or lonely mountain bunkers and had begun to run the counter attack. The two armies sat entrenched, in the Termac desert on the north shore of the southern continent. And each day saw both sides taking ground and losing men but neither had gained an upper hand. Mean while two things happened; the HEM had begun to experiment with gene splicing and chemical warfare. Soon enough they had an elite core of genetically altered soldiers, acting as the HEM’s policing force. Also gangs began to move into the ruins of the cities most were trying to avoid conscription or get rich but some formed a network of Underground resistance; and this was where she came in.
Sophia Adams, she was a young woman from Reseti in the south, the city where the biggest resistance core was. She’d lived with the Raktui gang for a year and had risen high in their hierarchy. She was a tall and attractive woman her red curls hugged her face, and she used this to her advantage, in fact it was by sleeping with the gang leader that she had been given this assignment.
The radio hissed and crackled beside her, she picked it up and turned the tuning dial slightly, suddenly the clicks and his became a far of voice, ‘Sophia, operation is go, chopper ready at extraction point’ She smiled put the radio on the floor and stamped on it. She took a lighter from her pocket and strapped on the bandoleer. She flicked the heavy metal lid and put her thumb on the flint wheel, the fire would reveal her presence so she thought better of it, and they couldn’t find the radio frequency now anyway. She began to move through the jungle.

Perfection

The early winds of spring whipped his hair about his face, it was too long and needed cutting weeks ago but he'd let it grow. He heard the bus pass behind him and considered turning to see if he could see her but decided that it would only make the separation harder. Long gardens bordered the road, pathways to the houses at their head, familiar houses he passed almost everyday of his life took on a new facade, all the world did once he'd left the joys of her embrace.
His eyes strayed across the scene before him, to the small saproling, barely covered in the glorious pink of fresh cherry blossom. His ears were filled with the usual and comforting music of the suburbs, and the hard tread of his feet on the tarmac. A young boy rode his bike down the other side of the road, he glanced over and felt the smile invade his lips and the strange feelign of longing and regret in his heart. He'd reached the cheery tree and its mild fragrence filled the air about it. The wind caught a loose blossom and it brushe dhis cheek before it was lost forever, the rest seemign all the more beautiful as the finality of there nature registered. As he neared the end of the raod he looked about him at the perfection that surrounded him, the still quiet that was both dull and exhilerating, and he laughed thsi is what he wanted, what he wanted to explain to her, how she had made him weep more than once, he felt a calling a perpose to his life in this small suburbian street and he laughed. He reached the end of the road and continued the walk home.