I'm writing again and cleaning up as I go.
C&C is always welcome.
 
Straitening his tan cashmere jacket Quincy walked through the rotating
door and into Lady's 666. He could, he supposed, have taken the lift
straight up to Stingrays flat but that would have been a tad too
presumptuous. As it was she wasn't going to want to see him and no
matter what the cost he had to see her! Of course he had his ace in the
hole but if she wouldn't talk to him at all it was going to be useless.
And damn it all to hell he HAD to have her willing cooperation! Pushing
his anxiety to the bad of his mind, the undisputed power on the GENOM
throne walked towards the cash register.

                Like a careful predator his eyes focused on the woman
behind the counter. Long red hair falling in waves framed a perfect face
with stunning emerald green eyes. Almost involuntarily Quincy felt
himself begin to respond to her before he clamped down viciously on it.
Something was wrong here... Ah, perhaps... His eyes narrowed slightly,
as he concentrated. Senses more acute than a martial artist could
develop in a lifetime came awake. As he'd thought, she was too perfect.
Such symmetry simply wasn't found in nature and of course the altered
pheromones were a dead giveaway. He relaxed slightly. The only question
was why someone who could afford such an expensive procedure would be
working in a lingerie shop. He brought his mental processes to halt and
filed the question away for later perusal. Such considerations were
hardly germane to the situation at hand. He gave the redhead another
look. Perhaps later, he mused.

                Nene finished ringing up the last of Iris's packages and
smiled brightly at one of her favorite customers. "You really have to
promise to come in next week," she confided to her friend, "The fall
catalog is coming out."

                Iris blushed slightly and hid a smile. "Isn't that the
one you modeled for?" she asked shyly. Nene had been mentioning it for
weeks and she was really looking forward to seeing it.

                The redhead nodded vigorously as she reached under the
counter for another box. "Yeah. We just finished the other day and I
can't wait to see how the shots came out." Her practiced hands slid the
almost transparent silk undergarments into layers of tissue and finally
into the Lady's 666 box. "Besides we..." her breath came up short and
her stomach went cold and sullen as she caught sight of her next
customer. She made a heroic effort and brought her fear under control.

                "Besides we?" Iris gave her a funny look. "Are you
okay?"

                Nene waved away the look. "Sorry, just remembered
something. Anyway we're going to be having a sale on the summer stuff
and I know you don't want to miss it."

                Quincy tried to look casual as he blocked out the rest
of the conversation. Interesting, while not unknown to the media his was
hardly a well-known face. However the young woman had not only
identified him from a quick glance she'd been afraid. The shadier side
of GENOM was scarcely public knowledge and the few brushes he'd had with
the public had never provoked anywhere near this reaction. Yet, for some
reason she was actually afraid of him. Perhaps his earlier question was
pertinent after all.

                

Matter Over Mind Productions

Presents

Mega-Tokyo 2033

The Knight Sabers

"A Certain Point of View."

Chapter 9 "Revelations"

Copyright (c) 2005 Charles S. Stitman

guyverchaz@hotmail.com 

                Sylia heard the alarm buzzer and limped over to the
video-com. What could Nene be having a problem with... HIM! A flood of
anger charged adrenaline poured into her bloodstream. Sharply she
studied Quincys image as she worked to damp her emotions. What did HE
want? She forced her tense shoulders to relax a little. He didn't seem
to want trouble anyway. The way he stood said all too clearly that he
was aware that he was being watched. She cursed softly under her breath.
She'd never felt the need for more than minimal security in the store
and didn't have the sensors down there necessary to scan him in detail.
She examined him carefully. Quincy was no fool and more than one
anti-GENOM would be assassin had been tricked by a carefully produced
boomer double. It seemed unlikely he'd send a duplicate to her though.
Despite appearances to the contrary, anyone who did some checking would
know that she kept up with the latest in boomer technology. Indeed it
would be suspicious if she hadn't given the family history. So he
couldn't reliably expect her to be fooled by a duplicate. For the same
reason he'd be unlikely to send a boomer assassin. Plus, she admitted to
herself, if that bastard had really wanted her dead she would be. She
stifled a grin that threatened to escape her rigid control, well aware
that the head of GENOM enterprises was blatantly trying to manipulate
her through the camera... and succeeding. So that probably really is him
down there pretending to sort through a bin of bargain priced panties.
Slowly she headed towards the lift. While maddening; this promised to be
out of the ordinary.

 

*****

                Relaxing on a bar stool beneath a flickering neon-sign
Tatsugawa Ryoda 'call me Ryo' scanned the scurrying crowd as they made
their way along the Paradise Loop. For a place that wasn't supposed to
exist and that no one was supposed to know about the Loop got a lot of
nighttime foot traffic. Casually leaning back he sipped his beer and
eyed the women walking past. After a hard day walking tall steel he
deserved a little R&R and it wasn't like looking was a crime. His eyes
scanned left and caught a flash of silver. Like a scene from a movie the
rest of the world faded out. There in front of him were the two most
beautiful women he'd ever seen. Almost involuntarily his eyes dropped to
the floor to begin a quick pan from toes to hair. Perfect, he decided,
absolutely perfect. Dressed immaculately in matching skirts and blouses
the pair hadn't a flaw between them as they navigated the crowd with
poise and precision. Either one could have come off a Milano catwalk
only seconds ago and their contrasting coloration served to set them off
perfectly. Sighing gratefully as the pair walked hand-in-hand out of
sight Ryoda turned back to his beer. Sometimes, if you were good, life
threw you a little bonus.

Immaculately dressed in matching metallic silver skirts and blouses,
Anri and Nam walked down the neon-lit tunnel section of the Paradise
Loop towards their destination. 

 

*****

 

Meg paced relentlessly back and forth across the three sexaroids small
apartment. She was losing them. She could feel it. Why couldn't Anri and
Nam see that the apes weren't worth grieving over? The whole species
could be wiped from the face of existence and never a bitter tear would
be shed.

 

*****

Mackie sat worriedly in a well-padded armchair outside of the meeting
room his sister had appropriated for her meeting with Quincy. Through
the double paned, frosted-glass he could see the shaky silhouette of
Sylvia as she angrily paced back and forth in the small room on the
other side. With every few trip back and forth in front of the table the
distorted image of his sister would stop and harangue the calmly sitting
figure at the other end of the table.

He'd raced over from Doc's as soon as soon as he'd gotten word from
Nene. Not that he'd apparently missed much. Despite the soundproofing of
the room in question he could still hear his normally cool sister
venting her anger at the Chairman of GENOM through the walls.
Surprisingly, he'd yet to hear Quincy raise his voice loud enough to be
heard. Given what the teen knew of the much older man's personality that
could only mean that what he had to say was too important to allow
himself anger over. This analysis didn't salve Mackie's fears, as he
couldn't conceive of ANY reason this side of the end of the world that
would be THAT important. He was so wrapped up in his thinking and
listening to the one sided argument through the walls that he missed the
approach of his redheaded girlfriend bearing a tray of sandwiches.

Nene, winced as yet another yelling fit came through the glass. Whatever
had brought Quincy here hadn't seemed to cool Sylvia's anger one bit. In
fact, she doubted the man had even managed to tell the daughter of the
man he'd had killed the reason for his visit. It looked like he was just
sitting there and taking it until the near-homicidal rage ran its
course. If it ran it course. Nene had been up here twice in the past
hour before Mackie came back and the inferno of anger hadn't seemed to
even cool a bit. Shaking her head the gorgeous hacker moved up behind
Mackie and deposited the tray on the coffee table in front of him.
Mackie thanked her idly and she wondered if his conscious mind had even
really noticed her. Pulling up another comfortable chair Nene sat down
and smoothed out her tan pants before taking Mackie's hand in her own.
She'd left messages for the rest of the team and handed over the Silky
Doll to one of the other sales-girls before heading up. For the pair
waiting impatiently outside the meeting room it was now just a matter of
time.

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