A light vessel landed outside of an old dilapidated base the landing zone became dusty while the engines settled down, a small swirl of dust and grit flung up in the air. The ramp of the vessel lowered and out came two, the taller one looked the same as Karvar with his widow’s peak, fierce features and eyes gray as a winter storm, the other was a very lithe lady slowly slinking her way down the ramp everything about her, from the fiery red hair to the rapid-fire auto pistols on her hip screamed trouble, she smiled when her eyes locked in on Trent who waited for them at the base entrance. ‘Welcome back to the old Basterrat enclave Hark’ Trent looked over at the lady ‘I know I have been away too long Silva’ Trent said, Silva, jumped on him for a long kiss and after a moment she drew away slightly, slapping Trent’s face.
About the author.
Albert is an ex-royal air force photographer. He is passionate about novel writing and creative arts, his work can be seen on Amazon and Opensea. Albert also enjoys macro photography displayed on Instagram and gaming with his son and records them to replay on YouTube.