Another soldier.

Druuna lay trembling on the ground, behind her there was a hiss of static and her unseen captor spoke in a rich and clearly female voice.

"Sergeant, I have a snooper up here on the ridge. It's a woman, she's unarmed and too clean to be a scav."

There was another burst of static and a second voice replied. "Very good, bring her down."

"Ok, you can get up now." The voice behind Druuna said. "But no tricks or I'll shoot."

Druuna picked herself off the ground and faced the woman. She was dressed in an identical uniform to the soldiers below, a long efficient looking rifle fitted with a telescopic sight was cradled in her hands. Beneath the camoflaged helmet a pretty, tanned face smiled at her in reassurance.

"Don't worry we won't hurt you as long as you do as you're told." The soldier told her and motioned with a nod of her head. "Down the hill to the others."

Druuna picked her way carefully down the slope with the female trooper close behind her. One of the uniformed women walked out to meet them, three chevrons of yellow stitching on her sleeve. The womans skin was a rich brown and her eyes were a bright hazel. The sergeant pulled off her helmet and shook her head, loose dark curls fell to her shoulders, She eyed Druuna up and down with a friendly smile.

"Yes," She said in a husky voice. "Certainly too clean for a scav. We'll take her back with us."

Beyond her the other soldiers had turned the flame weapon on the bodies lying in the dirt, a sickly sweet smell of roasting flesh made Druuna gag.

"Take me back where?" Druuna asked the sergeant cautiously.

"To the new outpost, this area has been designated for resettlement." The coloured sergeant answered. "It's our job to make this land secure, to seperate the clean like yourself from the unclean such as those."

Druuna pondered the woman's words, wondering what she meant by the clean and unclean. Though these woman soldiers seemed friendly it was clear that she had **** but to go with them.