When she’d spoken to Chief Enforcer Strelx, he’d insisted what he needed was more heavy equipment not subterfuge. The technician sketching out the design for the dimensional transfer portal seemed to indicate Strelx had received approval.
But she knew all too well, taking down Janx required finesse not force. She’d been sitting in the lobby of the hotel when he took the bait. While she was uncertain when he would arrive, she certainly knew where he would be. Cobbler’s Key would be Janx undoing.
Too embarrassed to return to the Homeworld, she had made her way amongst the primal savages, waiting until the time was right for their paths to cross again. That time would come all too soon.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: trajectory. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 25th such and previous installments may be found here.