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	"''V'seriozna?'' A rock?" I handed her a glass. "So stow it, you goon. It can't brain you if it's contained somewhere. Beglan and I pretty much got ~~that part of~~ the SmartShip system ~~fixed~~ but I'll be happy to check ~~your door~~ if you're ~~still~~ having problems with it."<br><br>		"''V'seriozna?'' A rock?" I handed her a glass. "So stow it, you goon. It can't brain you if it's contained somewhere. Beglan and I pretty much got the doors off the SmartShip system. You can’t lock it but you can operate it on your own power. I'll be happy to check it if you're having problems with it."<br><br>

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	“ ‘Frenemies’. Huh. That fits,” I said, thinking of the backstage sagas my mother filled my ears with during our hours spent on costumes and accessories. Opera was not a profession known for its lightweights—everything was done with the utmost passion and abandon, from hitting the high note to backstabbing colleagues for a coveted role. I sat down next to her and gave the clerk a small smile and a shake of my head: nothing for me thanks. “Sounds like a high-powered, high-pressured world you left behind.”<br><br>		“ ‘Frenemies’. Huh. That fits,” I said, thinking of the backstage sagas my mother filled my ears with during our hours spent on costumes and accessories. Opera was not a profession known for its lightweights—everything was done with the utmost passion and abandon, from hitting the high note to backstabbing colleagues for a coveted role. I sat down next to her and gave the clerk a small smile and a shake of my head: ''nothing for me thanks''. “Sounds like a high-powered, high-pressured world you left behind.”<br><br>

	Never good at small talk, I hoped I gave her a hook to continue on and settled back to listen.<br><br>		Never good at small talk, I hoped I gave her a hook to continue on and settled back to listen.<br><br>

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	It was dimmer indoors and the shop exuded a lush sensuality that had nothing of sleeze in it. It was all in the drape and cut of the clothing, the luxury of the fabric, the colors of everything in the store. Brown and navy, blood red and black, turquoise and touches of deep ochre and bittersweet orange. Garish enough in the telling but exquisite in the seeing. And feeling, as I brushed an evening gown with my hand as Kiera hauled me back to the storefront window. Simmering in the muted light streaming through the window sheers was the dress. It flowed effortlessly from the mannequin's shoulders, the seams at its sides discreetly bidding it to hug every curve nearly to the waist, there to fall gently to the ankles. I eyeballed the length, found it overlong and then considered the silhouette. It fell straight from the ribcage down in soft folds and lacked any horizontal element that would be lost if hemmed.<br><br>		It was dimmer indoors and the shop exuded a lush sensuality that had nothing of sleeze in it. It was all in the drape and cut of the clothing, the luxury of the fabric, the colors of everything in the store. Brown and navy, blood red and black, turquoise and touches of deep ochre and bittersweet orange. Garish enough in the telling but exquisite in the seeing. And feeling, as I brushed an evening gown with my hand as Kiera hauled me back to the storefront window. Simmering in the muted light streaming through the window sheers was the dress. It flowed effortlessly from the mannequin's shoulders, the seams at its sides discreetly bidding it to hug every curve nearly to the waist, there to fall gently to the ankles. I eyeballed the length, found it overlong and then considered the silhouette. It fell straight from the ribcage down in soft folds and lacked any horizontal element that would be lost if hemmed.<br><br>

	And I was already reallocating my expenses on my mental shopping list. Like that luscious blue dress Joshua had spied on Pericles Station, this dress was silk velvet and I wanted it. I had forty credits burning a hole in my pocket and swallowing hard against the inevitable disappointment, I reached for the tag.<br><br>		And I was already reallocating my expenses on my mental shopping list. Like that luscious blue dress Joshua had spied on Pericles Station, this dress was silk velvet and I '''wanted''' it. I had forty credits burning a hole in my pocket and swallowing hard against the inevitable disappointment, I reached for the tag.<br><br>

	I took in the price without comment. It wasn’t everything I had but nevertheless a sizable bite, nearly half. I looked at the dress again. ''Still…'' Turning around, I saw the attendant making her way toward us and it wasn’t long before I had that dress off the mannequin and myself installed behind a curtain to try it on. Years of watching my mother design her stage costumes allowed me to note the details. The dress was of good quality, sewn with care. It was floor length and its long sleeves were cut to a tight fit. Sewn on the bias, it had a fair amount of stretch to it and it draped beautifully. It had a boat neck, a near-straight slit of a neckline that skimmed over my collarbones when I put it on, closing at the points of my shoulders. The back was equally high but slit down the center to the small of my back, held closed at my neck by a single ruby glass button. Nothing flapped loose or billowed behind but I knew the slit would flash my bare back with every step I took. <br><br>		I took in the price without comment. It wasn’t everything I had but nevertheless a sizable bite, nearly half. I looked at the dress again. ''Still…'' Turning around, I saw the attendant making her way toward us and it wasn’t long before I had that dress off the mannequin and myself installed behind a curtain to try it on. Years of watching my mother design her stage costumes allowed me to note the details. The dress was of good quality, sewn with care. It was floor length and its long sleeves were cut to a tight fit. Sewn on the bias, it had a fair amount of stretch to it and it draped beautifully. It had a boat neck, a near-straight slit of a neckline that skimmed over my collarbones when I put it on, closing at the points of my shoulders. The back was equally high but slit down the center to the small of my back, held closed at my neck by a single ruby glass button. Nothing flapped loose or billowed behind but I knew the slit would flash my bare back with every step I took. <br><br>

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	''Ask me anything'', I'd said to her once. ''Time to stand by it''. "I wasn't trying to be evasive. I was just making an observation. But in truth, I can't be certain if Joshua managed to escape on his own or if he was let go as part of a Blue Sun conspiracy. ''Is'' he a sleeper agent? Or is he free of their control? I don't know. He doesn't either. For his sake, I want to believe that he isn't a mole, that he's really free." I kept my eyes on the streets now that traffic was heavier, mixed with pedestrians. "I have to believe. If I doubted it, he'd pick up on it and it would ruin his confidence and ''that'' would ruin everything he's managed to build for himself. Blue Sun has taken so many lives away, Kiera. It's time we saved one back." There was a more compelling reason I believed in him, but reckoned it didn't need mentioning. I found a parking lot closer in to the commercial district. It was nothing more than a roped off square of dirt between some buildings and I nosed the mule where the attendant waved me. I pulled it to a stop and set the brake, cut the engine and twisted in my seat to face Kiera square.<br><br>		''Ask me anything'', I'd said to her once. ''Time to stand by it''. "I wasn't trying to be evasive. I was just making an observation. But in truth, I can't be certain if Joshua managed to escape on his own or if he was let go as part of a Blue Sun conspiracy. ''Is'' he a sleeper agent? Or is he free of their control? I don't know. He doesn't either. For his sake, I want to believe that he isn't a mole, that he's really free." I kept my eyes on the streets now that traffic was heavier, mixed with pedestrians. "I have to believe. If I doubted it, he'd pick up on it and it would ruin his confidence and ''that'' would ruin everything he's managed to build for himself. Blue Sun has taken so many lives away, Kiera. It's time we saved one back." There was a more compelling reason I believed in him, but reckoned it didn't need mentioning. I found a parking lot closer in to the commercial district. It was nothing more than a roped off square of dirt between some buildings and I nosed the mule where the attendant waved me. I pulled it to a stop and set the brake, cut the engine and twisted in my seat to face Kiera square.<br><br>

	"Joshua doesn't know how long he's been in Blue Sun hands or how many Borrowings he's done. Some of them they've erased clean off his memory, like wiping a chip. There's no telling what enemies from his past jobs are waiting for him. But think on this: Blue Sun goes everywhere and so conceivably did he. So far, none of his past enemies have jumped at us and it's been over a year since we bloodied Blue Sun's nose. You think a corporation like that is going to wait to reclaim Joshua if they could?" I remembered kissing him before pulling the trigger on his gun, could still remember the shock of the bullet slamming into me. "They had him once. Put him under with code phrases. Made him their puppet. We managed to win free regardless and he overcame it. The fact that he ''could'' gives me hope he can do it again. As many times as it takes." <br><br>		"Joshua doesn't know how long he's been in Blue Sun hands or how many Borrowings he's done. Some of them they've erased clean off his memory, like wiping a chip. There's no telling what enemies from his past jobs are waiting for him. But think on this: Blue Sun goes everywhere and so conceivably did he. So far, none of his past enemies have jumped at us and it's been over a year since we bloodied Blue Sun's nose. You think a corporation like that is going to ''wait'' to reclaim Joshua if they could?" I remembered kissing him before pulling the trigger on his gun, could still remember the shock of the bullet slamming into me. "They had him once. Put him under with code phrases. Made him their puppet. We managed to win free regardless and he overcame it. The fact that he ''could'' gives me hope he can do it again. As many times as it takes." <br><br>

	''Wheels within wheels within wheels. I thought I left that crap behind on Highgate''. I sighed.<br><br>		''Wheels within wheels within wheels. I thought I left that crap behind on Highgate''. I sighed.<br><br>

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	Kiera grinned. "And I thought that flunking out of med school was bad. I never set anything on fire." She paused for effect, looking away and then back. "You haven't done anything like that recently. You know, like with a ship engine or something. Like before I met you. . .this is a new ship we stole. Kinda like it in one piece." She stole a look to see the offense on Rina's face before laughing. "I really like the Equinox. It's a new beginning, a new start on a new ship. New horizons maybe. No more lurking from place to place.' She took a long breath and let it out between her lips. "So how'd you end up sailing the Black? Long way from lathes to ship engines."<br><br>		Kiera grinned. "And I thought that flunking out of med school was bad. I never set anything on fire." She paused for effect, looking away and then back. "You haven't done anything like that recently. You know, like with a ship engine or something. Like before I met you. . .this is a new ship we stole. Kinda like it in one piece." She stole a look to see the offense on Rina's face before laughing. "I really like the ''Equinox''. It's a new beginning, a new start on a new ship. New horizons maybe. No more lurking from place to place.' She took a long breath and let it out between her lips. "So how'd you end up sailing the Black? Long way from lathes to ship engines."<br><br>

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	''Ask me anything'', I'd said to her once. ''Time to stand by it''. "I wasn't trying to be evasive. I was just making an observation. But in truth, I can't be certain if Joshua managed to escape on his own or if he was let go as part of a Blue Sun conspiracy. Is he a sleeper agent? Or is he free of their control? I don't know. He doesn't either. For his sake, I want to believe that he isn't a mole, that he's really free." I kept my eyes on the streets now that traffic was heavier, mixed with pedestrians. "I have to believe. If I doubted it, he'd pick up on it and it would ruin his confidence and ''that'' would ruin everything he's managed to build for himself. Blue Sun has taken so many lives away, Kiera. It's time we saved one back." I found a parking lot closer in to the commercial district. It was nothing more than a roped off square of dirt between some buildings and I nosed the mule where the attendant waved me. I pulled it to a stop and set the brake, cut the engine and twisted in my seat to face Kiera square.<br><br>		''Ask me anything'', I'd said to her once. ''Time to stand by it''. "I wasn't trying to be evasive. I was just making an observation. But in truth, I can't be certain if Joshua managed to escape on his own or if he was let go as part of a Blue Sun conspiracy. ''Is'' he a sleeper agent? Or is he free of their control? I don't know. He doesn't either. For his sake, I want to believe that he isn't a mole, that he's really free." I kept my eyes on the streets now that traffic was heavier, mixed with pedestrians. "I have to believe. If I doubted it, he'd pick up on it and it would ruin his confidence and ''that'' would ruin everything he's managed to build for himself. Blue Sun has taken so many lives away, Kiera. It's time we saved one back." There was a more compelling reason I believed in him, but reckoned it didn't need mentioning. I found a parking lot closer in to the commercial district. It was nothing more than a roped off square of dirt between some buildings and I nosed the mule where the attendant waved me. I pulled it to a stop and set the brake, cut the engine and twisted in my seat to face Kiera square.<br><br>

	"Joshua doesn't know how long he's been in Blue Sun hands or how many Borrowings he's done. Some of them they've erased clean off his memory, like wiping a chip. There's no telling what enemies from his past jobs are waiting for him. But think on this: Blue Sun goes everywhere and so conceivably did he. So far, none of his past enemies have jumped at us and it's been over a year since we bloodied Blue Sun's nose. You think a corporation like that is going to wait to reclaim Joshua if they could?" I remembered kissing him before pulling the trigger on his gun, could still remember the shock of the bullet slamming into me. "They had him once. Put him under with code phrases. Made him their puppet. We managed to win free regardless and he overcame it. The fact that he ''could'' gives me hope he can do it again. As many times as it takes." <br><br>		"Joshua doesn't know how long he's been in Blue Sun hands or how many Borrowings he's done. Some of them they've erased clean off his memory, like wiping a chip. There's no telling what enemies from his past jobs are waiting for him. But think on this: Blue Sun goes everywhere and so conceivably did he. So far, none of his past enemies have jumped at us and it's been over a year since we bloodied Blue Sun's nose. You think a corporation like that is going to wait to reclaim Joshua if they could?" I remembered kissing him before pulling the trigger on his gun, could still remember the shock of the bullet slamming into me. "They had him once. Put him under with code phrases. Made him their puppet. We managed to win free regardless and he overcame it. The fact that he ''could'' gives me hope he can do it again. As many times as it takes." <br><br>

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	''Londinium. Huh. We're practically neighbors. Not that I could ever tell her''. I could see the conversation was limping to a halt and I took pity on her. She was trying to carry it forward and I was giving her jack to work with. Her next question, however, landed me in safe territory and I was grateful for it.<br><br>		''Londinium. Huh. We're practically neighbors. Not that I could ever tell her''. I could see the conversation was limping to a halt and I took pity on her. She was trying to carry it forward and I was giving her jack to work with. Her next question, however, landed me in safe territory and I was grateful for it.<br><br>

	"Mechanics. Engineering. Tech. Science. Math," I said. "If it had moving parts or electronics, if it used power or made it, if it could be applied to any of the above, I loved it and wanted it. Drove my family nuts the day I discovered the screwdriver. I'd dismantled quite a bit before they managed to take it away from me and even then, it took them months to find everything I'd loosened. Where most toddlers asked 'why?' I asked 'how?' By the time most were asking how something worked, I wanted to know how to make it work better. I learned early on that everything was a machine, either mechanical or biological, and science and math could describe the workings of both." I chuckled. "I think my teachers secretly hated to have me in their class as much as I loved being there to pick their brains. Needless to say, most people didn't know what to do with me and for the most part, I didn't know what to do with them. I had a hard time finding common ground. My people skills aren't what you'd call stellar and that's partially the reason why. You, on the other hand, strike me as someone who knows how to work a room and own it. Is that what you were raised to do? Were you groomed for it? To take over your father's business?"<br><br>		"Mechanics. Engineering. Tech. Science. Math," I said. "If it had moving parts or electronics, if it used power or made it, if it could be applied to any of the above, I loved it and wanted it. Drove my family nuts the day I discovered the screwdriver. I'd dismantled quite a bit before they managed to take it away from me and even then, it took them months to find everything I'd loosened. Where most toddlers asked 'why?' I asked 'how?' By the time most were asking how something worked, I wanted to know how to make it work ''better''. I learned early on that everything was a machine, either mechanical or biological, and science and math could describe the workings of both." I chuckled. "I think my teachers secretly hated to have me in their class as much as I loved being there to pick their brains. Needless to say, most people didn't know what to do with me and for the most part, I didn't know what to do with them. I had a hard time finding common ground. My people skills aren't what you'd call stellar and that's partially the reason why. You, on the other hand, strike me as someone who knows how to work a room and own it. Is that what you were raised to do? Were you groomed for it? To take over your father's business?"<br><br>

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