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THE STORY OF BLUE MUMMY- DIANNA DIVERNO

The day was just wonderful. The sun shone high in the sky, there was not a single cloud. During a program that was playing on a car radio, about 40 °C was announced. The tropical weather covered the California area as a veil, but it did not bother him at all. Captain John Robertson, by all means, was used to everything, and even tropical weather was not a problem. The weather forecast was over. It was expected to rain in the coastal parts as well as temperature drop in San Francisco. During the night thunderstorms were expected, and even stormy winds were not completely excluded. It was completely fine by him, even if it became a bit colder. Although he moved from New Orleans to San Francisco some time ago and started a whole new life. This new life meant that he could devote himself to Jane, but also to adapt to everything. Exactly that - adapting - seemed completely impossible. Because, with him being almost 40 years old, it did not seem neither easy nor simple to start from the beginning? Or at least from a brand new beginning. Rachel, his former wife, now lives her life without him, and he was supposed to build different foundations and he did, though in California. They first looked into Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, Bel Air, Bronx and Hollywood, and Captain Robertson was convinced that he would certainly not like it too much there. San Francisco seemed more compassionate, better, more flexible. After all, he was almost 40 years old. Moreover, he did not even think about his age as something that would justify some of his actions, but the most important thing was to get to know self at those moments. People, he thought, were periodically able to change their lives and some of their principles, but he's changed a lot.
He was in the army again, part of the special units. The New Orleans Research Department was behind him, and he looked at it as an interesting episode of his own life. But instead of the police, here in California, he chose the army. He was captain, and that morning he concluded sadly that he had this rank for a long time, for so long that he started to realize that the time had come for him to be promoted.
Some music was playing on the radio, his attention was directed to the road. He drove towards the military field on which he had exercises that day. With regret he noted that the period in the investigation department of the police had slowly slackened him and made him lazy, so returning to the polygon for a hardworking exercise was a real little shock for him. Now he realized that today’s training would be tedious, especially due to a tropical weather.
The military polygon was located on the road to San José, from where the road continued to the river Saint Joaquin. He visited the river once, but he did not have too much time that day to enjoy the nature. And now he stopped in front of the military field, from where he continued in level walk next to the fence in a form of a three-meter-high barbed wire, and from there he proceeded by a gravel road towards the big polygon. He recalled how he was before, at the time of his education, exercises and the special unit, where he was very shortly for he soon began to work for Colonel Alfred Redflick. A long time work for Alfred Redflick has marked a rather large part of Robertson's life. And later, the New Orleans Police Department, and collaboration with an excellent inspector Lombardo and now here he is. He sighed deeply, the scent of nature, of the forest, of peace, was the scent that fully corresponded with him. But he knew very well that this peace would not last long. He reached the targets, which were adjusted to a certain distance, and pulled the pistol in order to start exercising. He was looking forward to multiple hours of training in shooting, climbing, running and regular exercises. It was time to be a part of a special unit again. He took the gun and stared at the distance, and then started aiming without a blink.


Translation - Ana Ferluga


Post je objavljen 26.12.2018. u 19:21 sati.