Jenny – Pt 2

They finished their breakfast in a somewhat awkward fashion when two new people have finished discussing what they have in common. An awkward smile here and there, some small talk over the food and how well or not it was prepared. Having the urge to do so, Jenny got up and collected the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. The clacking of her heels on the tile floor was the only sound in the room besides the low hum of the appliances. She felt self conscious. She could feel his eyes burning into her backside as his gaze ran from her heels, to the well defined calves and up to her tightly encassed buttocks. She was attractive. No! Very attractive. The agency had made sure of that she thought.

As she turned around to face him, a soft alarm type of sound went off for just a moment. Above the outline on the wall of what she thought should be a window a small, green LED light glowed.

"Would you like to see what your new home looks like?", Richard asked excitedly. He turned and pushed a small button to the right of the outline and without a sound the outline disappeared, revealing a window looking out on a red, sandy surface with buildings in the distance. The sky was cloudy but clearing and a light haze could be seen across the landscape. The sun was peeking through the haze. "The sandstorm is over and the danger has passed."

Her eyes focused on through the window as she took in every detail. She didn’t remember the trip here, guessing that she must have slept for the entire ride. Her first memory of her new home was the terminal. It too had the windows closed, she guessed in response to the pending storm. This was the first time that she had seen out a window since arriving. The landscape had a beauty that she had never seen. The red stained sand had variations and patterns within it, giving it a dynamic quality.

"What do you think of Mars?" The sound of his voice breaking the silence in the room and bringing her back to him.

"Mars…" was all she could say in an effort to make it more real to her. The agency had not told her what her final destination was, perhaps thinking that she would refuse the assignment as if she could.