reconnaissance

A few hours later, they reluctantly dressed. Cinda became serious again.

• Tisha, would you be willing to do another mission?

Tisha paled.

• Like with that Bastard? Right now.

Cinda smiled.

• No, no, my dear.

Tisha was visibly relieved.

• So, the Imperials are looking for a temple that might be linked to the ****. They're scouring the area, but our agents have given us its location. A skilled agent could slip into their search and steal their thunder.

Tisha nodded.

• Well, she turned on a holodeck and showed him the information at her disposal.

Indeed, the Imperials were searching very close, but 1 km too far west should be feasible, and it would allow us to escape the spy drones that must be swarming in the area.

• I'll provide you with a cloaking suit, which should reduce the risk of being picked up by their sensors. You'll take a jetbike and leave it 5 km away in a cave our agents have reported to us. Inside, you'll have enough to survive for several days if there's a problem.

At nightfall, Tisha, fully equipped, left Cinda after giving her a sweet kiss. Finally, a mission she appreciated. No slavery, just a field specforce.

As planned, she found the cave where she left her jetbike, found the equipment, and didn't linger. If she wanted to arrive before the first light of dawn and avoid raising the alarm, she had to hurry in the desert. With this sand and these dunes to climb, the timing would be tight.