The lights overhead were bright. Jeane lifted up a pale hand to shield her eyes. There were freckles on the back of her hand and down her forearm. She lifted her other hand and sat up from the metal table. Her new legs didn't even reach the floor and were far too slender for her liking.
The capsuleer scowled and then looked straight ahead at a full length mirror. A moment of surprise and shock crossed over an unfamiliar face's reflection. That only lasted a split second before the young woman's expression darkened as much as her sweet and lovely features could. It wasn't foreboding or intimidating whatsoever. The face was just too supple and young.
“I'm going to fucking
kill him!” Jeane screamed out a frustrated sound as she bounded down off the table.
The sun was sitting low and red on the horizon in Wing City. A cool breeze raised goosebumps up on Grove's skin as she walked through an underground parking lot. Deacon was following the capsuleer around attempting to look inconspicuous. The two Scatterran bodies stuck out like a sore thumb in a city of Terrans. They needed a means of travel without drawing undue attention.
“So, you said you have a
hunch?” asked Deacon in a dry tone. Nothing but Grove's footfalls answered the man. It left a sour expression on his face as he stared at the back of her head. She had not said a word since they left the battle at Nebrajit.
“You're going to have to talk to me at some point, you know, Anna.” Deacon stopped short as Grove wheeled around and glared at him.
“That woman is dead. Do not ever mention that name again or I will shoot you.”
“So you'll speak to me to deal out death threats. Cool. That makes me feel like I am making
so much progress,” retorted Deacon as he held up his hands in surrender.
Grove turned around and headed toward a black sports car with tinted windows. Over her shoulder she said, “I need you to get me into the SRL operations here in Wing City.”
“Again with the death threats. Really?”
“You said you were going to help me.”
“Yeah. Find Hadden. You said we needed to find Hadden.”
“He'll be there,” said Grove.
“Right because you said that you have a
hunch. Why is this dude so important anyway? Oh, sweet baby Jesus, Grove, tell me you're not with an
Oriyak.” Deacon attempted to look at Grove's face as she refused to answer him … again. The woman was downright frustrating.
Grove knelt down by the car's lock and studied it. There was no way she was going to be able to pick it without the necessary tools. The capsuleer woman stood back up, took a look around, and then slammed the stock of her MR-32 into the small window near the mirror. It gave way after a few hits and Grove popped the lock.
“An
Oriyak. You would think—”
“Shut the fuck up. We're not going to discuss my personal life. Period,” stated Grove. She yanked open the door and slid into the driver's seat. Deacon followed suit in the passenger seat.
“So had sex with him yet?” Deacon asked with an arched brow.
Grove revved up the engine and peeled out of the parking lot. She took an intentionally sharp turn and slammed Deacon's head into the passenger window. He yelped a curse and stayed silent for a long while as he nursed the new bump on his scalp.
Jeane Remington's fists opened and closed repeatedly as she padded around barefoot trying to find the one responsible for her new
disposition. Many of the faces she passed were obviously attempting to hide their amusement. For everyone except Jeane it was absolutely hilarious what she had woken up in.
One of the male APs whistled as she stalked past him in nothing but a tank top and shorts. Jeane immediately stopped and turned on her heel. The man burst into uncontrollable laughter as the capsuleer's fury—attempt at fury—turned onto him. Jeane was just too adorable to pull off any sort of anger.
“Come on over here sugar. I could use a little sweetness in my DA—” The man's voice rose up three pitches and he collapsed to his knee as Jeane withdrew her own knee from his crotch.
“Where the fuck is Castor?” spat Jeane.
The man rose a shaky hand and pointed down the hall. He wheezed and groaned as he doubled over his midsection. He felt like he was going to puke. How could such a tiny body hit so hard? The man blinked back tears as he watched Jeane take off.
“I'm going to fucking
kill him,” muttered Jeane.