"What the hell does that even mean?" Jane asked.
"It...it means that while we have some work to do to put all the events and misunderstandings of the past six months behind us, I'm willing to try. Because I'm in love with Yasmine, and have been for a few months, even if I only admitted it out loud tonight," Shiloh said.
"Ah, there it is. Shoulda known you'd stick your dick in crazy vigilante cooch, Yas," Jane chuckled.
Shiloh tried to pretend she hadn't heard that, but then Jane slapped her on the right shoulder with a palm that could break concrete, leaving Shiloh a mite sore there, and said, "Just teasing, hun. We need all the help we can get, frankly. I'm just not so sure Erika will see things your way."
Minutes after they cleared the airspace around Triumvirate Circle, half a dozen
Custodians - part of a highly skilled and ruthless black ops unit called Project Icarus within Resort Security full of cyberninjas who were experts at parkour, were not allowed to be contracted out by anyone other than the Council (to prevent situations like the main IBRS force being sent on wild goose chases in the Metro and Bummock Sectors from assuring an iron grip on the city, or any of the other IceBurghs) and had no names, records, or
even fingerprints- sliced open the apartment window with their electrokatanas and breached on behalf of Yasmine's blackmailer, who had thought this a perfect time to capture Deirdre and Yasmine now that they'd apparently buried the hatchet and beat a little sense into them, perhaps even BioJack them until their brains were fried if they refused to cooperate.
"SECURE LINE ESTABLISHED," the ninja's phone said.
"Area clear of all targets," they then explained.
"No worries. Proceed to secondary objective," the blackmailer replied.
With that, the apartment was turned inside out, and the ninja hung up the phone and cleaved the fridge doors like butter.
Seconds later, he found the vial of Beetle's frozen sperm and said, "Package has been secured."