THE FOOT JOB

PART 2

The captain broke radio silence.

Platoons five, six, seven and eight, abort landing, go to the walls of the shoe, I want an eye on Aphrodite, you are our scouts. Lieutenant Bravo, I leave you in charge.

Said and done, Eric and forty soldiers maneuvered in the air and landed on the edge of the shoe, a second later and it would have been impossible.

The rest, move as if you were in a hurry, lose the parachutes when you reach the surface. We have to be faster than her.

The remaining six platoons landed on the blackened soles. The floor vibrated because of the footsteps of the Goddess. Eric's scouts anchored themselves to the "thin" edge of the ballerina shoe and used harnesses for support. Eric and his soldiers took out their binoculars and began to report every move of the colossal woman.

Aphrodite is looking at the nightstand, Captain.

They still had some time. Squads that reached the surface of the sole cut off their parachutes and dropped nonessential equipment.

Oh my god, you don't wanna take off the oxygen mask. - Said a voice over the radio.
Rodri, shut up. - responded another voice.
Well, I like it, it is a feminine smell. Go on, take a whiff. -
If you get a hard on now, Julian, I swear I'll cut your dick off. - The threat sounded serious.
Silence, move. - Barked Captain Miró

They were divided by platoons and sprinted towards the phone. The landing was very good but the phone was nearly a kilometer away and they did not know how long they had. Eric could see the scene from his elevated position. When the paratroopers on the sole were a few hundred meters away, the world shook again, the scouts and Eric looked at the Goddess and their hearts sank.

Lt Bravo here, Aphrodite moves, I think she has seen the phone. - Eric could not hide the nervousness in his voice.

Run. - The captain went head holding the device that had to be adhered to the phone.

Oh God. -

A shadow covered the shoe, inside it no one stopped, some prayed aloud, others gasped and ran knowing that their life depended on it. Seconds felt like hours, meters felt like kilometers Miró's group reached the phone the very instant that the Goddess' city sized fingers touched it. But the phone did not move, the hand didn't rise again and instantly the soldiers knew why.

WELL, WELL... PLAYING IN MY SHOES?

All vibrated with her voice, the very water from their bodies seemed to boil with the mere sound of her words. It was hard not to believe she was really a goddess. Miró didn't waste those precious seconds and continued to work on the phone until the hand of the giantess lifted the device and took it along with the captain and some of his men.

YOU ARE RIGHT, THESE SHOES ARE BETTER. I'M GOING TO PUT THEM ON.

Eric could not see their faces but he imagined the scene, Miró was probably clinging to the phone with God knows how many of his men but the rest dispersed all over the sole desperately seeking a crack or a fold to take cover from what was coming to them.

Scouts! Get off the edge of the shoe, now! - ordered Eric.

His team reacted instantly, readied their harnesses and rappelled down the outside trying to hold on to the smooth surface of the shoe. At that moment the foot of the Goddess rose and entered the ballerina slowly, she seemed to be enjoying the moment. The radio broadcast several short messages from the soldiers trapped inside.

Run! -
We're screwed. -
Get down! Hide in the cra...! - the radio fell silent when the foot made contact with the sole with a deafening BOOM!

THESE BALLET FLATS MAKE MY FEET REALLY SWEATY, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND

The Goddess giggled and started walking. Hanging for dear life on the outside of her left shoe, Lt. Eric Bravo and his men were both amazed and happy to be alive.