Illegal Alien

"No point," I said. "We'd just execute them anyhow and it'd be a lot of work for my men. Easier to finish them off out there."

"You're a callous bitch," the Major groaned, and he wasn't struggling now, and I guess he'd given up. Some did, some didn't. Didn't really care to be honest, coz either way they were gonna exit the Second Republic.

"Yeah, I am," I said, my hand gripping my 1911, easing it from my holster and yeah, loaded and ready.

It always was, but I always checked, and I was kinda thinking I was gonna sleep with Montoya again tonight, coz Brad really was gone, and I loved him but I had to face up to it, and I knew Brad'd want me to do that. Face up. I knew that, coz Brad'd pushed me into facing up to a lotta things, and I knew he'd want me to move on, and our baby was gonna need a Dad and who better than someone who'd known and respected and admired my Brad.

It'd been good with Montoya last night, even though I didn't love him. But he cared, and he'd held me when I needed holding, and I needed arms to hold me. I needed someone's arms around me when the ice melted, coz I knew it would and when it did I was gonna go completely to pieces, I knew that too, and I knew Brad would understand. Brad wouldn't want me to go to pieces.

Montoya, he was a good man and he cared. I knew he did and I knew he knew me for what I was now, what I'd turned into and he was a lot like Brad, he loved me for myself. He'd hold me tight and maybe he'd even bring back the warmth. Maybe he'd even hold me together when the ice cracked, coz I knew it would one day, and that day was getting closer and closer. Maybe I could love him back one day, but for now?

"Ma'am?" Maddock said. "You want me to do it?"

I shrugged. Montoya? He'd be there after this, he was there now, right behind me, watching over me, keeping me safe, and I looked down at the Major and this time I did smile, coz I was feeling something and it wasn't the cold and the ice inside, and I knew I could do my job for a while longer, and Montoya was there, and he'd be there for me tonight, and I knew he'd always be there for me now, if I was there for him, and I'd made up my mind.

I'd be there for him. I'd be there for Ramon.

Coz I needed someone, and Brad was gone, and he was never coming back, and I had to live for our baby. Ramon would help me live. Speaking of which...

"Guess it's just you left, Major Campbell," I said, smiling coz I did like red and those flames were beautiful and the bombs those antique old Skyhawks had pickled had really ripped that big grey whale a new asshole and the guys were having fun picking off the jumpers and yeah, trying to wing them in the air was good practice.

"You can't do this," he whispered, tears streaming down his face as he watched those burning ships out in the bay, and my boys target shooting. Good shooting too. "You can't."

I smiled mirthlessly as my 1911 came up, and I centered the sight on his forehead. "Yes, I can, Major Campbell. The Laws of the Second Republic are very clear on this. In cases of illegal immigration, I'm judge, jury and executioner. My decision is final. Illegal immigration is a criminal offense, subject to capital punishment."

"Not only that, you, and your men out there, you were all armed illegal immigrants who threatened and did use armed force against the Armed Forces of the Second Republic in the pursuit of the duties of the Armed Forces of the Second Republic in enforcing the laws of the Second Republic. That's a second capital offence. Those out there in the Bay, they were judged, found guilty, and the sentence is now being carried out."

My eyes met his and I'd seen my eyes in the mirror. There wasn't a thing there now, and he flinched, and my voice was as icy as my eyes. "Now it's your turn to be judged."

"And you're the judge," he said, his voice flat, and he was sweating now.

"And I'm the judge," I said, and I didn't smile. I felt nothing, and I didn't need to feel anything. Coz this was just part of the job, nothing else and it wasn't personal. Just another day on the job and it was a crap job but somebody had to do it.

"And you've been found guilty, Major. You're an...." My finger curled around the trigger, and we both knew what was going to happen next and neither of us flinched.

"...Illegal Alien."

I'm not sure if "enjoyed" is the right word to use for this dystopian little futuristic alternative-history science-fiction story that I wrote for the Geek Day story event on Literotica, but I do hope you had a somewhat intense read because really, that was what I meant it to be. Sex and all! I apologize in advance for any mistakes with the military stuff -- I've never been in the military and any mistakes are entirely on me. It's entered in the Geek Day story event because, well, alternative history / science fiction is geeky, right? So vote away and comments are of course welcome. It's not the usual Literotica hot and happy humping, is it, but I hope you enjoyed for all that. ... "Unity"