Thanks to Ki and to Camilla my stalker, what would i do without someone to kis....kick my ass?
The plane trip had been fairly comfortable, she travelled business class, first class was of course possible, she had more money than she'd known what to do with for well over a century now. But business class was more comfortable than any of the others, plus it allowed her to hook up her laptop and continue her reading.
Most people if they'd looked over her shoulder would have thought she was playing some sort of Dungeons and Dragons campaign. There was a web page up Night Star, home of the enforcers. It had been her synonym for years, they laughed about it. She and Aspen, they had all be nicknamed for the night in some way or another. Their sister, the Night Blade, herself and Aspen Night Flame, he who burned brightest. She shook off the introspection and continued to check the database.
It told her that there were messages for her, and a guestbook entry, probably another person wanting to 'join' their game. Vermin were laughable sometimes, they never wanted to look past what was into what could be. She logged in and frowned, there had been a password breach, cursed Hackers. What was she meant to do about that, she logged their access code. A home number, excellent. She typed a few words and pressed the launch button. Their little hacker would be dealt with in a matter of hours. And dealt with Night World style.
Now for the messages, two directed at someone else, and one to her, almost predictably from Talon.
To: STAR
From: HUNTINGWOLF
Title: NOW LISTEN HERE......
Star if you ever give me something like this again I'll have to hurt you, I am not a bondage monthly model. Have fun on your next porn shoot, I'll buy the mag.
HW
She laughed, Talon was so predictable, he hated everything she wanted him to wear that why she had a double bluff planned. She hit the reply button and smiled to herself as she typed up her message.
To: HUNTINGWOLF
From: STAR
Title: Re: NOW LISTEN HERE......
Wolf, I thought you'd hate it, so I have something else planned, its in my apartment in a plastic suit hanger in the walk in wardrobe, you cant miss it, it's the only men's clothes in there. You have a choice of two, I'm going underground now, so I'll see you around and about. The mag is more expensive than my last paycheque and your chances of seeing me in it are as slim as Hunter turning up to my next party.
STAR
Ps you'd look good in bondage monthly
Xx
That done she logged onto the guestbook, as she'd guessed an Anne Rice fan would love to play a 'police vampire' she shook her head. Idiots they were all idiots, Daybreak needed their collective heads examined. She logged out and sent a wipe command to the subroutines, she knew enough computer lingo to stop people tracing her calls.
Then she logged into NightWorld.com and went straight for the members only section. Lets see, she wanted a new katana, the specialised section had one, she raised her eyebrows at the price but hit the buy option. Then she answered the questions that followed. She had ten seconds to prove her identity or the computer would be infected with a virus that would keep her going for months. She wished sometimes she was in her sisters line of work then the entire process went out the window, assassins just entered and paid.
Now she wanted a twenty four hour deliver, since she'd be in Vegas there wouldn't be a problem with that, she could have popped down to the warehouse and picked it up herself, but she wanted to keep cover, she had to be the lazy model she was known to be, not the Council Enforcer that she was.
Logging off she checked her mail. One from Aspen telling her to be careful, again, he'd had a bad feeling. Damn, Aspens prophecy's were rarely wrong. But she had to do this, you didn't refuse assignments from the council, even if your brother had recently been elected as its president. Now there was something new, Lynx_Redfern an email from her sister, she normally had to rely on Aspen for knowledge of her sisters moments. Ah looked like she still did.
To: Aspen_Redfern@Mailcity.com
CC: Night_Star@NightStar.com
From: Lynx_Redfern@mailcity.com
Leave me alone Aspen. I'm alive and fairly well, the Mary Lynette thing stands, I owed Ash a favour. Seems I've succumbed to the family curse, no fear of becoming a Daybreaker, I'll bring him to the party.
Lynx
She felt her eyebrows raise to her hairline, the family curse…. Her little sister had acquired a Soulmate, thank the benevolent spirits, not a Daybreaker. The party would definitely be interesting this year. Now her little sister wouldn't be a worry at all, she hoped she'd gotten saddled with someone like herself, then they might breed true. Or perhaps not, an entire breed of Redfern's like Lynx, a thought to make a grown vampire cry.
A ping, the fasten seatbelts sign, time to enter Vegas. She hoped this assignment wouldn't take too long, the thought of staying in a hotel for too long gave her the shivers, they normally had some sort of disgusting sheets.
She shut down the laptop after wiping it all over again, she fastened her seatbelt and sat back, pulling out a light compact, her hair was still confined in the long braid and tucked behind her ears. If she hadn't been wearing a red silk shirt tucked into Armani jeans custom dyed silver she could almost have been some rich mans girl Friday.
A slight smirk crossed her face, how she missed the sixties.
Then the plane began its descent and she closed her eyes to begin her plan, she had a rogue to catch.
The plane trip had been fairly comfortable, she travelled business class, first class was of course possible, she had more money than she'd known what to do with for well over a century now. But business class was more comfortable than any of the others, plus it allowed her to hook up her laptop and continue her reading.
Most people if they'd looked over her shoulder would have thought she was playing some sort of Dungeons and Dragons campaign. There was a web page up Night Star, home of the enforcers. It had been her synonym for years, they laughed about it. She and Aspen, they had all be nicknamed for the night in some way or another. Their sister, the Night Blade, herself and Aspen Night Flame, he who burned brightest. She shook off the introspection and continued to check the database.
It told her that there were messages for her, and a guestbook entry, probably another person wanting to 'join' their game. Vermin were laughable sometimes, they never wanted to look past what was into what could be. She logged in and frowned, there had been a password breach, cursed Hackers. What was she meant to do about that, she logged their access code. A home number, excellent. She typed a few words and pressed the launch button. Their little hacker would be dealt with in a matter of hours. And dealt with Night World style.
Now for the messages, two directed at someone else, and one to her, almost predictably from Talon.
To: STAR
From: HUNTINGWOLF
Title: NOW LISTEN HERE......
Star if you ever give me something like this again I'll have to hurt you, I am not a bondage monthly model. Have fun on your next porn shoot, I'll buy the mag.
HW
She laughed, Talon was so predictable, he hated everything she wanted him to wear that why she had a double bluff planned. She hit the reply button and smiled to herself as she typed up her message.
To: HUNTINGWOLF
From: STAR
Title: Re: NOW LISTEN HERE......
Wolf, I thought you'd hate it, so I have something else planned, its in my apartment in a plastic suit hanger in the walk in wardrobe, you cant miss it, it's the only men's clothes in there. You have a choice of two, I'm going underground now, so I'll see you around and about. The mag is more expensive than my last paycheque and your chances of seeing me in it are as slim as Hunter turning up to my next party.
STAR
Ps you'd look good in bondage monthly
Xx
That done she logged onto the guestbook, as she'd guessed an Anne Rice fan would love to play a 'police vampire' she shook her head. Idiots they were all idiots, Daybreak needed their collective heads examined. She logged out and sent a wipe command to the subroutines, she knew enough computer lingo to stop people tracing her calls.
Then she logged into NightWorld.com and went straight for the members only section. Lets see, she wanted a new katana, the specialised section had one, she raised her eyebrows at the price but hit the buy option. Then she answered the questions that followed. She had ten seconds to prove her identity or the computer would be infected with a virus that would keep her going for months. She wished sometimes she was in her sisters line of work then the entire process went out the window, assassins just entered and paid.
Now she wanted a twenty four hour deliver, since she'd be in Vegas there wouldn't be a problem with that, she could have popped down to the warehouse and picked it up herself, but she wanted to keep cover, she had to be the lazy model she was known to be, not the Council Enforcer that she was.
Logging off she checked her mail. One from Aspen telling her to be careful, again, he'd had a bad feeling. Damn, Aspens prophecy's were rarely wrong. But she had to do this, you didn't refuse assignments from the council, even if your brother had recently been elected as its president. Now there was something new, Lynx_Redfern an email from her sister, she normally had to rely on Aspen for knowledge of her sisters moments. Ah looked like she still did.
To: Aspen_Redfern@Mailcity.com
CC: Night_Star@NightStar.com
From: Lynx_Redfern@mailcity.com
Leave me alone Aspen. I'm alive and fairly well, the Mary Lynette thing stands, I owed Ash a favour. Seems I've succumbed to the family curse, no fear of becoming a Daybreaker, I'll bring him to the party.
Lynx
She felt her eyebrows raise to her hairline, the family curse…. Her little sister had acquired a Soulmate, thank the benevolent spirits, not a Daybreaker. The party would definitely be interesting this year. Now her little sister wouldn't be a worry at all, she hoped she'd gotten saddled with someone like herself, then they might breed true. Or perhaps not, an entire breed of Redfern's like Lynx, a thought to make a grown vampire cry.
A ping, the fasten seatbelts sign, time to enter Vegas. She hoped this assignment wouldn't take too long, the thought of staying in a hotel for too long gave her the shivers, they normally had some sort of disgusting sheets.
She shut down the laptop after wiping it all over again, she fastened her seatbelt and sat back, pulling out a light compact, her hair was still confined in the long braid and tucked behind her ears. If she hadn't been wearing a red silk shirt tucked into Armani jeans custom dyed silver she could almost have been some rich mans girl Friday.
A slight smirk crossed her face, how she missed the sixties.
Then the plane began its descent and she closed her eyes to begin her plan, she had a rogue to catch.