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This takes place right after Medusa has lost (around page 421 in Insignia).
I thrust the wire out of the neural access port in the back of my neck and threw it down. How dare he do such a thing to me! How dare he. After everything he'd said, after we'd done- the Sims, the chats, even the kiss. Oh, I could just imagine the smirk on his face, his blue eyes glinting as he thought about me. And his disgust once he saw my ugly, mutilated face.
"Medusa, finally beaten," the man in the corner said in Mandarin. "And I heard that it was just a child, a young trainee."
I was no longer that little girl, that delicate orchid, crying for her mother that would never come. It had been lost to the monster named Medusa.
"Yeah, well I don't want to hear it," I snapped to him in English. "I've won for eight years on end. I've turned the war in our favor. It was just a small thing. It doesn't matter."
But as I turned my back on him to leave, I knew in my heart that it did matter to me. And I hated that it did.
