Thursday, July 19, 2007
Yes. I have nothing to do at work.

She dialed the number that she had memorized months ago. She took a breath and started in with the false Southern accent that she had developed to make men think she was stupid. It worked, for the most part, but she disliked using it.

“Begin reporting at the beep,” the pleasant female voice said when the line picked up. Dusty rolled her eyes and started:

“Hey, sugah, the mark’s got himself a cape. An’ he don’ seem t’ tucker out so easy.” She chuckled lustfully. “Which can be good f’r me. When’m I gonna see ya, sugah – I’m missin’ ya, an’ this here purty voice on th’ line don’ cut it. Call me.” She hung up the cell phone and tucked it in the pocket under her breast.

Glancing up at the clocktower, she knew that her mark would be at the Market or the lab. The lab was closer, so she dashed that way.

Her entry into the lab was a loose board in a boarded up cellar window. She had just lifted it when her phone vibrated.

She gasped in pure pleasure, as that area was sensitive to Arcticans. She swallowed, took a mad dash two buildings down, and tried not to swoon. She pulled out the phone, still vibrating in her hand, took a deep breath and said, “Hello?”

“Hello,” said a deep rumbling voice.

“Hello, sugah!”

“I am sorry I haven’t been able to meet you, Dusty,” he continued, while she closed her eyes to listen to the accent and continue the pleasure the vibrating phone started. “I have been very busy.”

“It’s okay,” she said, her breath coming in gasps. “Sometime, though…” She tried not to cry out as the Fallhon hit her.

Suddenly the world was brighter. She was on top of the world, could have anything, be anything. She could easily barrel through a stone wall, cut down an army. She was a goddess, and all were below her, mere mortals, her servants.

“Dusty?” came the voice over the phone.

Dusty chuckled and put the phone back to her ear. She could crush him, this puny man, make him her slave, and have him sing at the end of her sword. Easily, so easily…

“I’m fine,” she said, her voice clear without any trace of accent. “I was wondering when we could see each other.” She paused, narrowed her eyes at debasing herself like this. “Sugah.”

I will make him serve me, watch my brothers break him into tiny pieces. Him and all his kin.

“I am sorry, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I am a very busy man. I must go. Your reports are well-valued and you shall gain a bonus.”

“But—“

Gutentag,” he said, and clicked off.

“[Stupid Terran, you have no idea of the power I wield,]” she snarled. “[I control more powerful creatures than--]”

Her legs buckled as the Fallhon crashed. She fell, suddenly dizzy. The moment passed in seconds. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she focused on the grass at her back, the phone in her hand. Grinning, she put it back in her pocket. She pressed the button on her belt that made her invisible and headed back to the lab.

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