Someone Else’s Terms (part 2)
NB: While not required, you might want to read Part 1 first.
“No.”
“Again?”
“I don’t like it. What else do you have?”
The TLF agent slammed the table. “I have had it with you. Get out of my office.”
Casiella arched an eyebrow, stretching a facial tattoo slightly. “Perhaps you don’t remember who I am…”
“I know damn well who you are. Now move your ass out of here. If I can still see you in thirty seconds, Security will fix that. One.”
“You just haven’t given me an assignm–”
“Two.”
“–ent that works for me.”
“Twenty-one.”
“What about, you know, three?”
“I counted fast. Get out.”
The diminutive Sebiestor pulled herself up with what dignity she could muster and ripped the patch off her flight suit, throwing it in the agent’s face.
“I’m damn tired of fighting on someone else’s terms. You can keep your fake little war.”
The agent’s face turned red and he began to spout obscure obscenities that even Casiella hadn’t heard before. So, instead, she just smirked and turned to leave. As she exited through the door, she heard something whistling through the air and ducked slightly. An ancient Lustrevik vase shattered on the door frame next to her head.
The militia didn’t really suit somebody like her. Which meant that her handlers in the RSS — and, worse, her attaché Jorunn — turned out to have been right.
She hated it when things worked out like that.
to be continued…
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Date: 2010-03-06
Categories: Fiction