The Finder [ABANDONED]

Inspiration part 1

It had taken me weeks, and too much of that time was spent creating a ghost file to hide Tobar’s notebook. I had to burn the evidence, no one but me knew about Samantha and Tobar’s marital bliss. It had to stay that way unless they gave me a reason to send her back with Tobar.

Nevertheless I have arrived, just this morning, to beautiful mid-summer weather. There is a mountain, and it is coastal; I have the coordinates but I cannot remember the name of the locality. Time to go, I have a rendezvous to make.

“Corporal Ferka Brishan?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

“You are qualified to pilot all Earth flying vessels, is that correct?”

“Yes Ma’am it is.”

“You understand that you have been transferred to my command until such time as I feel that you are no longer essential to my operation?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Do you understand what that entails?”

“I think so Ma’am.” I rolled my eyes at all those ‘Ma’am’s’.

“A test then Corporal. Do you know what my job is?”

“Yes Ma’am. You are the Deployment Operator for all Phynsae currently stationed on Earth (and then next group when they arrive); you are also the Finder.” I nod.

“That I am. How does this affect you?”

“I cannot discuss the current target with anyone, on or off world.” I cant my head to one side.

“Not exactly. Come on let’s get out of here; I’ll explain better back at camp.”

The Corporal whistled lowly through his teeth as he swung his pack from his shoulders and let it drop to the side of the front door. I kicked the door closed behind us.

“I wasn’t expecting anything this swanky.”

“Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting the Transport Operator to have trouble with the coordinates that I sent; only to receive a notification that you landed somewhere this heavily populated. Pick up your bag; the whole apartment is only crew cabin size so we don’t want to be blocking the entry/exit. Do we?”

“Understood Ma’am.” I sighed.

“Is there any chance that you can stop calling me Ma’am? Because if you can’t knock that off; I really will have to send you back.” The Corporal swallowed heavily.

“I’ll do my best Finder.”

“That’s just as bad, if not actually worse!” I groaned. “I’ll give you a week; but I can’t afford more than that. Give me both your file and the recording of your briefing.” There was a pause while he found his file. I looked at him expectantly.

“You do have the recording that I asked for?” I demanded, running short on patience. He began fishing in his pockets, and rummaged for a moment in the pocket on the right knee of his trousers; and finally he handed me the chip. I played the recording on the chip for both of us to hear.

D.U.R.O Sannuntir Saban: ‘Iaoo ^u piem afthird un uthsejmnemb um Iuer. Bhei ffimtir ricooeereth u nun-aff-uyl-uarck. Thhei ^uth ricooethbd ub bhei uthsejmd pi u Dellab, uplli bu fflli uni unt uyl Iuer eththeellth.’

Corporal Ferkan Brishan: ‘Unt E uaoollt pi bhei natht cooulleffed ffar bhei yap, Nu’un?’

D.U.R.O Sannuntir Saban: ‘Ub tidemtth um iaoo.’