A day in the life
By DireSquirrel
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Contessa knew what she had to do. It was all for the greater good of the human race in all parts of the multiverse. It was a dirty job, but if they wanted to beat Scion, it was up to her.
"Door," she said a moment before she walked through the portal. New York city looked much as she remembered it, though the adverts had changed since then. The Path to Victory told her exactly what to do. She walked into the danish shop and stood in line.
"What can I do for you?" the person behind the counter asked when she made it to the front.
"I need the last strawberry danish," she said, handing him a $50. "Keep the change."
The boy's eyes bulged as he ran the marker over the crisp bill, authenticating the currency. Contessa didn't look back, but walked out, tossed the danish in the nearest trash can and walked down the street.
"Door," she said before walking through. She went back to her quarters and returned a moment later with the biggest late 80s era boombox Alexandria ever saw perched on her shoulder.
"What are you doing with the boombox?" Alexandria asked.
"Path to Victory," she said. "Door."
As the portal closed behind the living plot device, Alexandria caught the first few chords of "Brick House" by the Commodores.
She returned several hours later wearing golden hammerpants, holding a gladius in one hand, and her shoes tied together and strung over one shoulder by the laces.
"Path to Victory?" Doctor Mother asked.
Contessa just nodded.
"Very well," Doctor Mother said, going back to her research.
AN: This was inspired by an issue of the eX-iles comic. They had a basic mission to save the various worlds they slid to. In one, their entire mission was to go to a bakery and buy the last pastry. Then with Rube Goldberg connectivity, it results in saving the world via butterfly effect.
That got me thinking about what the "Path to Victory" really was. Is it really just going around, shooting people in the heads? No, there had to be other steps in the Path, and I thought that a few wouldn't make sense to anyone who wasn't Contessa. And so, this was born.