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aldersprigI asked for prompts regarding Packages here for The MicroPrompt Giraffe Call. This is written to Kunama_Wolf's Prompt here.
"I've got you, I've got you."
Pretza had carried easier things. She had, for one, carried the entire team's gear up the side of a mountain. She had carried an injured teammate down the side of a mountain. She had once carried a carriage, albeit only for five feet.
She had carried a Edenian tiger "cub" back to its mother - without getting mauled. She had carried Westerosi killer flesh-eating viruses across a lava field. Once, she had carried a bomb through enemy lines, on Narnia, near the Terebinthian front.
All of these things had been easier than this. She was a trained courier; courrying things was what she did. "Easy, easy. You are bouncy, I thought that was just a thing people said." She adjusted the three layers of Kevlar and wished that the job had been, just this once, not somewhere tropical.
Or that it had come with a bulletproof car. She had never, ever, wanted so badly for her package to not get jostled, and she had carried things that could destroy a planet - if not a solar system - if they were jostled. "Shh, shh. Oh, please, shh. We're not in safe territory yet."
She had, once, led three schoolchildren to safety through a mountain range that had no name except Death in any language. That had been nerve-wracking. This, this was harder. "Come on, little one, how about a finger for now? Here, I know it's not green, but it'll have to do."
The Thalassan royalty had paid Pretza very well. They would pay her three times as well if she got her little package across the border and into the Orion Free Territory - well enough that she could, if she chose to, easily retire. If she failed... and Pretza had never failed... they would not need to punish her, because she would already be dead.
"There you go. There you go. Shh, now, that's a girl. Just a few more miles."
Next: Courier Duty
Tip Package ;-)
"I've got you, I've got you."
Pretza had carried easier things. She had, for one, carried the entire team's gear up the side of a mountain. She had carried an injured teammate down the side of a mountain. She had once carried a carriage, albeit only for five feet.
She had carried a Edenian tiger "cub" back to its mother - without getting mauled. She had carried Westerosi killer flesh-eating viruses across a lava field. Once, she had carried a bomb through enemy lines, on Narnia, near the Terebinthian front.
All of these things had been easier than this. She was a trained courier; courrying things was what she did. "Easy, easy. You are bouncy, I thought that was just a thing people said." She adjusted the three layers of Kevlar and wished that the job had been, just this once, not somewhere tropical.
Or that it had come with a bulletproof car. She had never, ever, wanted so badly for her package to not get jostled, and she had carried things that could destroy a planet - if not a solar system - if they were jostled. "Shh, shh. Oh, please, shh. We're not in safe territory yet."
She had, once, led three schoolchildren to safety through a mountain range that had no name except Death in any language. That had been nerve-wracking. This, this was harder. "Come on, little one, how about a finger for now? Here, I know it's not green, but it'll have to do."
The Thalassan royalty had paid Pretza very well. They would pay her three times as well if she got her little package across the border and into the Orion Free Territory - well enough that she could, if she chose to, easily retire. If she failed... and Pretza had never failed... they would not need to punish her, because she would already be dead.
"There you go. There you go. Shh, now, that's a girl. Just a few more miles."
Next: Courier Duty
Tip Package ;-)
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