Ashjyr's Journal, October 19 2009, Monday
Blistering heat. Open space. No shelter. Perfect place to spend the day.
Perfect place for an ambush.
I focus on the task ahead. Time to earn my pay.
“Last year this time we were at Taiwan.”
My associate. Level-headed. Cool. Composed. One of the few people I'd jump into a foxhole with.
Martial arts is a given in our line of work, but not many people I know can bludgeon you to death with logic.
“I wonder where we were.”
Must be a “woman thing”. Most men try to leave their past behind. I tell her I don't remember.
“Ahh. We were at Fen Qi Hu.”
That place brings back poignant memories. That place is no more.
How does she remember these things? Memory training? Cybernetic implants? Or is it just a “woman thing”?
I don't remember pleasant memories. I don't remember unpleasant memories. I don't remember anything. She remembers everything.
What did those bastards do to me?
“It's a 'woman thing'.”
I swear someone up there has a sense of humor.
“Women are better at remembering events. Wait. Did I lock my car?”
Did I mention this is the perfect place for an ambush?
Gunfire. Heavy artillery. Sniper cover. Wave after wave of bombardment.
But nothing hits quite as hard as Irony.
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