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Added Complications

Posted Nov. 10, 2022, 6:58 p.m. by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) (Jennifer Ward)

The car pulled away from the gate. Eryn lounged back against the plush seat as if she had no care in the world. The back windows were darkly tinted and no one could see her, but it was for the benefit of her driver, who was also now responsible for ‘Eryn’s safety.’ The car slowed and made a slow turn into the drive next to her studio. The driver, an Orion, Matar got out and hurried around to the door to open it. Eryn slipped out of the car. Matar didn’t even bother to offer his hand as she got out. Vonn had made it quite clear that no one, not even her security team, was to touch her, ever. Unless there was a genuine security threat to her. There was quite a bit of speculation as to why the Breen insisted on this, from Eryn had some sort of strange deadly disease to the Breen didn’t like sharing what was his. It all amused Eryn.

Matar walked up the steps behind her, his bulk blocking her from view. Eryn opened the door and then stayed put after Matar secured the door and went to check the rest of the studio. Eryn tapped her foot impatiently, giving the impression she was irritated with these safety protocols Vonn had put into place. Matar returned, “It’s all clear Miss.”

“Zhank you, Matar. I vill be vorking in zhe small studio. I do not vant to be disturbed please.” Then she walked off, her signature far away gaze crossing over her features. She walked into the smaller room, which had no outlet that was known. Except to herself and Vonn. She locked the door behind her. Eryn opened a cabinet and rummaged through a few things. She pulled out a sensor decoy that would tell Matar’s scanners and devices that Eryn was still in her office, alive and well, working at her drafting table. Then she took the back way out.

Two buildings down the street a woman with spiked purple, pink tipped short hair walked out of a salon, black leather jacket, and a rough pack on her back. Watching traffic, she crossed the street and made her way down to a food cart. She purchased some type of wrap and a drink and then made her way aimlessly through the city. Eryn took in the sights and even spoke to a few people, passing the day. An hour later she’d made it to the wooded park on the south end of the city. She wandered in and out of the shadows and trees, stopping to gaze at the scenery. She fit right in with the other students taking a long lunch break.

Spotting what she was looking for she reached for the lowest branch and climbed a tree. She sat somewhere in the middle and pulled out a sketch book and looked for all the world like she was sketching the scene before her. She slipped on gloves and removed the transmitter and wedged it into the fork of a branch above and behind her. Then she spent the next half hour actually sketching the scene before her. It was rough, like an outline of an essay. An hour and half after they parted, Eryn looked at her wrist band and pressed two buttons, where a moment later Vonn’s wrist computer beeped.

Eryn set the machine to start, counting down to exactly 2 hours and it would go off. 20 minutes to go. Eryn slipped down off the branch quietly and walked away, stuffing her gloves in her bag and joining a group that was also doing a nature study. After a few minutes she walked away in a different direction from what she’d approached. She slipped into a coffee shop, and exiting a few minutes later with a drink, the purple haired college student was gone.

The machine sent the expertly encrypted message twice and then began to burn from the inside till the casing was turned to ash. The heavy foliage of the tree masked the smoke and the wind that started an hour scattered the ash as the branches swayed.

Matar was none the wiser when half an hour later, Eryn exited the smaller studio. She threw the wig, coat, and bag into the replicator and recycled it. She poured a coffee and called out. “Matar I vish to leave now. I have finished my vork.” She followed the large Orion out to the car. “Zhe Plaza Exchange. Yes I know you do not like it. He vill meet us zhere.” 20 minutes later, Eryn walked into the building of Vonn’s associate.

Eryn


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