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Heart of Darkness
Offline Jane Hartman
12-26-2014, 06:04 AM, (This post was last modified: 12-26-2014, 06:05 AM by Jane Hartman.)
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"A pleasure." Hartman shook the man's hand, though the look on her face said the experience was anything but. This was a diversion and an inconvenience, and the least of a half-dozen scenarios that required her attention. Meeting an Order operative in place of filling them full of holes went against enough regulations that it ran close to treason.

A fact of which Konrad was blissfully unaware.

Hartman stood back. Counted cadence in her head while the agent ran the gamut from questioning to rambling to veiled threats. Anything you can do I can do better. He was older than she had expected, older than his behaviour warranted.

Despite his age, Hartman cultivated a growing certainty that the man was no better than a child in uniform. He hopped from topic to topic like a toddler loose in a supermarket, never lingering long enough to get tied down. I know you, Mr Konrad. By nature, if not by name. Men like Konrad were cheap. Oh, not in physical sense; some charged rates that made military pay look like pocket money.

They were cheap in belief, cheap in discipline, cheap in substance. Too caught up in their own, rambling sense of freedom to give a toss about anything more. They were the fleeting, selfish masses that threw themselves into a uniform for how it would look at the local bar. Instead, they ended up another slab of meat in the grinder and wondered how they'd got there or, worse yet, made officer. There was a sense of arrogant invincibility about the man that reminded Hartman of a kitten staring into a shark cage. He wouldn't have lasted a week as a boot. I can do anything better than you.

Hartman let the threat slide. The only people who made threats were generally incapable of carrying them out. Freeport Four was a fair distance from core space, but not far enough to be out of Liberty's reach. She didn't spell it out. Didn't need to.

"What I want to talk about is your organisation's obsession with sticking its nose where it's liable to get cut off." Hartman's voice was low and accusing. She jabbed a finger at Konrad's fighter. "What I want to talk about is why you feel the need to undermine the defence of this house by tailing my ship through three systems, including the capital, because you want to have a chat. What I want to talk about is why the hell you're out here, talking to me about how much fighting exhausts you, instead of staying in the Omicrons." Where you belong. Hartman refrained from adding. No point burning bridges. Not yet.

She exhaled, a long breath that dragged at her lungs. All the while, those grey eyes stayed fixed on Konrad. "What I want to talk about, Mr Konrad, is why you're apparently determined to provoke a military response." Hartman patted a pocket. "And don't you dare tell me it's classified."

It was posturing. Roars and chest-beating. For all that humanity had dropped from the trees, for all that we had left natural predators far behind, we still fought like animals. For the first time in years, Hartman missed the cramped, heavy, powered armour of the Marine Corps. Interpersonal conflicts had been a simpler problem with a few hundred kilograms of steel and servos to back her up.

That was diplomacy for you.

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Heart of Darkness - by Jane Hartman - 11-29-2014, 02:56 PM
RE: Heart of Darkness - by pillow - 12-01-2014, 01:04 AM
RE: Heart of Darkness - by Jane Hartman - 12-26-2014, 06:04 AM
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