Sandra sits alone in the sands of Mon Cal, looking out at the waters as they push and pull. Her feet feel the temperature of the water and hair sways like a red ocean in the wind. Her hands run along her somewhat bruised thighs where she had let an occasional fist slam in frustration. The warm sand on her rear was like the sun’s energy from the ground. There is something about Mon Cal that just makes it feel like the world stopped.
Most people would be thrilled to be on a sunny beach. Sadly, I am not most people. Spend a few years as a covert operative and a sunny beach just looks like a vulnerable tactical position with no decent cover. I’ve never found a good way to hide a blaster in a bathing suit.
Though it had only been an hour, she gets up and goes to put some real clothes on now. She just puts on a simple black flowing shirt with short boots and shorts for now.
She makes way to an open area and sets up a dummy.
There she abuses it, pushing it, pulling it, beating it up and slamming it all about. There are so many emotions she keeps inside that she rages upon this tough dummy. She screams and curses and trounces the dummy with absolute prejudice.
After some time of this, she is bent over, hands on her knee, sweating some in the later afternoon. She looks up slowly at the dummy and just falls on her rear in the sand, soon laying back in the sand. Her eyes look up at the sky on fire of reds and orange gradients as the sun falls.
Her eyes cannot seem to produce more tears as she lays exhausted.
An hour laying in the sand seems to cool her as the sand cools also. Sandra sits up and thinks of various events in her life where she felt this way to some degree. It was because she cared too much, was it?
The words or Artemis runs through her mind for a long while. But after such she stops thinking about Artemis altogether, having felt abandoned to some degree and trying now to even break her emotional bond to her also. Trying so hard to just be the spy she needs to be…
But she found some relief as she recalled bringing her home…someone she lost. Yet the guilt and pain was still there, because it was part of the mission. The abandonment…she left her there to die.
Finally, she slowly walks away…walking into the small pond of water gathered, just to float…float away. Float into quietness.