A NIGHTTIME ENCOUNTER
The girls in the dorm did their best to steer clear of Aeon Flux, while the men tried to steer into her path more often. She had played the dominatrix occasionally with a couple of them when she was bored, but overall she found them exceedingly dull; all of them bending to her will instantly.
Aeon decided that tonight, after endlessly scheming ways to get into that damn corridor, she would refresh her climbing skills. The other girls were tucked fast asleep in their beds when she pulled out her bag. In it she had stashed her most comfortable of espionage clothing, suitable for climbing, acrobatics, and otherwise sneaking around. It was one-piece leather, the top consisting of a leather bra, the bottom a leather thong. It was chilly tonight, so she would throw on her short leather jacket. Her thigh-high boots protected her long, muscular legs. Her hair, however, was going to be a problem; she needed to keep it completely out of the way. She thought for a moment, smiled and then was off toward the Breen dorms. Those stupid female Breens with their slick hair, of course they wouldn't mind if some of that slick hair product went…missing. Aeon had deftly slipped into an unoccupied room, and quickly swiped the hair slick. She glanced around the dorm, disgusted by the largeness and extravagance of the Breen rooms in comparison to the Monican rooms. She returned to her hair. Aeon accurately parted her hair down the center and dipped her hands into the strange hair goop. She pulled the two parted sections forward towards her eyes and found that the hair slick had kept them exactly where she had pulled them. She liked the affect of the two large, gravity defying curls. She smiled at her appearance and pocketed the hair slick. She slid on her leather gloves and set out on her mission. Her target tonight was the main tower; her objective was to reach the top unnoticed in less than an hour, her mission begins…now.
Aeon raced to the tower, and swiftly began her ascent. She moved upwards with ease, her gloved fingers gripping the stone walls deftly. She was completely silent and completely lethal. Her ascent to the top of the tower, that wonderfully secure tower, took exactly 57 minutes and 48 seconds. She breathed in deeply, she was certain that she could have done better than that; however, it had passed the time nicely.
Aeon stood at the apex of the tower and looked out into the night. From here she could see her beloved Monica, a mass of poorly built concrete structures full of free humans. She longed for this dreadful ordeal to be over. She surveyed the Wall of Bregna. It was steep, to be sure, and it was also lined with a series of well-placed traps. Escaping would be a great challenge; she would have to find the most deadly point to climb over at. Aeon's silent reverie was rudely interrupted by a female moan.
Aeon twisted and noticed two shadowy figures in a dark corner. Aeon shook her head at the pair. Who were they? Some foolish Breen couple? A daring Monican couple? Or, a forbidden mix of the two? It was none of Aeon's business, but…
She climbed silently on top of the stairwell building the two were behind and lay on her back. She listened to the moans and groans of the pair with interest. However, she was growing rather bored, so she thought she might allow herself to be seen, or at least to see them. Aeon inched towards the edge until she was finally able to hang her head over and observe. She wasn't shocked to see the Breen girl nearly completely unclothed, nor was she terribly shocked to see the back of a familiar blonde head. In fact, the irony of the whole situation amused her. It was obvious that Trevor Goodchild had been trying to catch her attention for a while. Now he had it, and he didn't even know. Aeon decided that it might be fun to hang there a little while longer. It might be time to meet the man properly.
The girl was so caught up in Trevor's advances that she hardly noticed the sharp curves pointing towards the sky, nor the large blue eyes observing her deflowering. But, the fact was that she did notice.
"Ah!" the girl cried out, crawling away from Trevor and pointing upwards, while attempting to cover herself.
Trevor was irritated. What could have possibly interrupted this session? Just when it was getting interesting… He looked upwards. His cold ice met her hard cobalt.
"Hello, Trevor Goodchild," she said, smiling.
"Hello, Aeon Flux," he replied, nonplussed.
