Henrietta never slept well after an ass-kicking- and today had been one ass-kicking after another. It was the worst sort of insomnia, the exhausted sleeplessness where the body cries out for rest but the mind stubbornly continues to race.
Enron kicked her ass rhetorically. She made both Henrietta and Grace look worthless and stupid… how could anyone overcome such an overbearing and brutish presence? The worst part was that she was right: Enron was winning. Henrietta wasn’t used to being on a losing team.
Then Manna kicked her ass physically. It was amazing how someone so unassuming could be so effortlessly deadly. Henrietta had been the best hand-to-hand combatant in her legion, and before that the best in her class. She thought it was one of the things she was galaxy-class in- it turned out she had just been a big fish in a small pond.
And Grace… Grace was an ass-kicking just by existing. God damn. Henrietta had no idea what to do about that woman. She had never looked up to someone before, not really- but there was just something about Grace. The myths about her, of which there were countless, didn’t do her justice. She was so certain, so powerful, so polished and yet genuine like a metal masterwork. It was indescribable, the feeling of working in tandem with her. Henrietta still felt like she was dreaming.
But the feeling wasn’t necessarily good. With the stakes so high, the pressure was crushing. Henrietta had been chosen for this job because she was good in a crisis- but while she knew everything worth knowing about soldiering, she was hopelessly out of her depth in the political arena. There’d be no time to get experience. She needed to be superb yesterday- and she wasn’t even close.
So she lay in bed until she was certain sleep would not come. Then she got up and went to make a cup of tea.
As she poured, there was a knocking sound… against her window? This was the fourth story of the apartment building. Someone stood outside, tossing pebbles at the windowpane to get her attention. The person wore an obfuscating black muumuu and featureless mask. They looked like a black ghost in the pale moonlight.
Henrietta’s watch buzzed with a message from a number she didn’t have in her contacts. “sleepless night? fancy a walk?” it read.
“Who are you?” she sent back.
“come outside and find out“
After a moment’s thought, Henrietta went to the bedroom to get “dressed”. But she didn’t put on sweatpants and a tank top. She opted instead for the suit of AEGIS armor in the corner, throwing on some baggy clothes over it so she’d look chubby but normal to any passerby.
The black ghost waited for her outside… Sapiens, was she huge. Henrietta was scarcely bigger than one of her legs. “Armor, really?” the ghost asked, her voice muffled by her mask. “Paranoid much?”
“No, just prepared.” Henrietta got ready for a fight. No telling what this stranger wanted. “Take that mask off, now.”
The ghost obliged. Thick dark hair tumbled down in rivulets to frame full cheeks, lush lips, and intense green eyes.
Henrietta started and moved a step back. “Hey, easy,” Enron said, putting up a hand. “I come in peace, soldier girl. I want to talk.”
“What do you and I have to talk about?”
“Loads.” Enron cocked her head away. “You came to my office because you wanted to find out the sort of person I am, right? Well, I don’t think you got the picture.”
“I learned plenty.” Henrietta kept her voice icy. This was the despicable woman who had said those awful things to Grace, who had treated Henrietta like garbage just a few hours ago. It didn’t matter how hot she was.
Enron merely shrugged. “If that’s what you believe. Go back to bed.” She went to leave- and with a groan, Henrietta jogged after her.
“I’ll give you twenty minutes of my time,” she told Enron. “You try anything funny and I’ll shoot your ass with my propulsor.” The propulsor cannon was non-lethal but hurt like a bitch.
Enron grinned like a kid and slowed her gait. She began to walk towards a park near the edge of BEACON territory. “You’d cause a major incident and ruin Grace. I’m the CEO of SPRING, soldier girl- you’re nobody.”
“Are you saying your life is more valuable than mine?”
“Politically? Without a doubt.” Her smile was patronizing. “Oh, silly soldier girl, don’t they teach you that there are expendable soldiers in wartime? The Matres and the Princepas are the key assets. The brave soldier girls like you are the pawns.”
Enron couldn’t have been more punchable if she tried. Henrietta shook her head, trying to keep her cool as they entered the park. “This is what the famous CEO of SPRING does? Wastes her time insulting expendable pawns? What does that say about you, I wonder?”
Enron ignored her entirely. “I love coming here,” she said brightly as they entered the park. It was naturally abandoned at this ungodly hour, the only sound a gentle breeze sifting through the grass. “BEACON. Enemy territory. The belly of the beast. Knowing that I’m unwelcome… it’s a thrill. You soldier girls, you solve all your problems with killing. No woman, no problem. But you can’t kill me- you can hate me, insult me, threaten me, wish death upon me, but you’ll never have the stones to kill me.”
“I could right now,” snarled Henrietta. “I could raise my right hand and reduce to nothingness. And you know what, maybe it’d be worth going down for that. I’d be saving untold millions from you, that’s worth a lot.”
That finally got Enron’s attention. She looked at Henrietta with pure amusement on her face. “You really mean it? Hahahaha, I like you! You have such… spirit! There’s nothing under the surface here- a real live noble savage. I feel like you’d be more in place hunting gazelle with a spear than wearing a suit and voting on taxes.”
Henrietta couldn’t get a read on Enron. The woman before her was childish and pure in a monstrous sort of way, like if a tiger learned to talk. She had nothing in common with the sarcastic iconoclast who delivered that fiery speech in the morning, or the vindictive brute who had been so cruel to her last evening.