A scarf covered her face against the dust whipped up by the occasional gust of wind. Her grey robe parted with every step, revealing glimpses of the black firmsuit underneath. She carried no weapons; they wouldn’t help her this time. From the low rise ahead she would be able to see what she had come for. She stopped on the crest and pulled back her hood. Her long, dark hair escaped and hung around her shoulders. In the distance stood a city, gleaming white through the heat haze. “It is time.” She didn’t acknowledge the speaker, continuing to stare across the savannah. With the optical enhancements in her glasses she could make out personal aircars coming and going between the skyscrapers. “I cannot protect you if you go any further.” A larger aircraft arrived and touched down on one of the buildings, a commuter transport no doubt.
What do You think about Two Democracies 0: Independence?
