Traveling the Distance Between Right & Wrong

Chapter Four

The inside of the aircraft was completely black with stripes of red and blue to outline the chairs and panels. Vivian began working on the control panels of the front of the aircraft. The flashing red and blue lights lit up the entire jet. She aligned the coordinates and cemented the battle plans into the memory of the system. She had argued with the others that they would only be taking two small aircrafts to Juninth. She believed they did not need more, and a small band of military and officers would be enough. The people of Juninth were undernourished , and overtaking them would not be a hard task. Vivian knew this personally.

Adin would fly one craft, and Blagden would fly the other craft with Vivian watching over him. The trip would take no more than a few hours at top speed. They would get there just before dusk and finish with the sun setting over the ridge. Victory and a beautiful sight all in one. Vivian could almost see the orange sunset now.

Blagden walked over to the front of the aircraft where Vivian stood. "I'm excited to have you as a battle partner. I miss seeing you work Viv." Blagden moved behind her and stood as closely as possible without touching her, "You're so stunning and sexy when you kill. I could watch you do it all day."

Vivian tried not to let the closeness of Blagden distract her. She could feel his warm breath on her skin and temptation sat on the edge of her mind, "Do not get used to it Blagden."

Blagden chuckled, and his husky voice spoke in a whisper, "I do have to say, I love your new look." He looked at the glowing dragon that stuck tight at her side.

Vivian ignored his comment and moved away from him. She went to the open side panel and pressed the button to close it. She was not going to wait anymore. She took a deep breath and hit the button in her ear, "Adin, it's time."

Adin answered and prepared the other aircraft for take off. Vivian walked back to the front of the aircraft where Blagden had been waiting. He had the steering pad in his hands, and Vivian nodded. They were leaving. She sat down in the seat beside him and prepared herself to leave the ground. Takeoff never got any easier, and it proved to be consistently nauseating each time.

The flying of the aircraft was smoothed out as they passed over old civilizations and growing jungles. Nature was claiming back what had once been its own land; the world was thriving once again. This thought made Vivian content. Everything was working. Nature was becoming whole again, food was in surplus, the air was clean, and there was no overpopulation. The planet and the human race could be healthy once again. They just had to finish their plan.

After two hours had passed Blagden looked over at Vivian, "You haven't said much Viv, what are you thinking?" His hands were loosely wrapped around the steering system.

She straightened herself in the chair beside him, "I want this rebellion crushed. I would like to see our city filled with people, Blagden. I want the plan to work, and for all of this to finally pay off. It's exhausting."

Blagden smirked, "our city?" He raised an eyebrow and glanced over at her. It was like he didn't even take in anything she had actually said.

"You are no closer to me than Adin. Do not get the wrong idea." Vivian's voice remained low and flat. She was in no mood to deal with Blagden's obsession with himself.

"Viv, come on. You know you are bound to have my children." Blagden's voice was as smooth as silk.

Vivian's stomach churned at the thought; she wanted to vomit. She finally composed herself and turned her head to look at him, "I will have no kids, and you are a dimwitted sludge no greater than a squealing piglet." Disgust injected itself into her voice, and her lips were raised into an irritated snarl. She couldn't stand him sometimes.