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The sun finally disappeared behind the dunes, and the air became that much cooler. Clutching her AK closer to her chest, Dulce closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift. There was nothing in the distance, never was never would be. A sharp pinch on her ankles warned her of the coming of sand fleas, and she slapped at her combat boots until the pinching ceased.  A sandy wind howled in the night, the glow of the full moon bathing the desert in it’s blue iridescence. Dulce inhaled the damp air, as a gust of lavender scented breeze blew past her nose. She raised an eyebrow as the scent grew stronger, followed by the scent of fire like lavender scented candles. While slowly raising her lids, Dulce tightened her trigger finger on the AK. The scene unfolding before her was unfathomable and yet, here it was. Dulce leapt to her feet, dodging the low roof on her shelter as she booked it down the stairs and around a corner. Suddenly the winds changed, and the scent grew moldy and stale, like bread far past its prime. The scent kept changing, form bad to worse with the changing of the winds. Her boots made a shuck-shuck sound on the sand as she pounded her way past the Leuitenant’s tent to that of her general. Dulce burst in just as the meeting was being adjourned.
    “Dulce Martinez Riviera what exactly is the meaning of this intrusion!” The Lt. sputtered in surprise. But the look in Dulce’s face explained it all; she knew.
    “Captain, you must understand; we had no choice. Opposition must be eliminated. Intrusion is unacceptable. And above all, witnesses must be terminated. There are too many names on that patent- we can’t afford failure at the peak of success.” Dulce’s mouth began to twitch in anger; her trigger finger remained on her gun, ready at a moment’s notice; the General gave her a weak smile. Trust me, the kind old lines in his haggard face read. She wished with all her heart that she could.
“Return to your tent, Captain. You know nothing of this, am I making myself clear?” The Lt.’s voice screeched in Dulces ear like nails on a chalkboard.
“Crystal, Lt.” Dulce gave a weak smile and trudged through the sand back to the encampment, making a beeline for the supplies tent. If they wouldn’t do what was right, Dulce sure as hell would.