Freeport Blues

[NixOlympica]

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At last being able to satisfy her urge, Charlemagne reached for the pack of cigarettes in her pocket and took one out. She rolled the prefabricated cigarette between her fingers for a second and then lit up with her lighter. She dragged from it, getting a tiny sliver of ease from indulging her nicotine addiction. Studying Daniels for a moment she exhaled the smoke.

"You contacted us first and you showed interest in certain things related to one of the Houses. Mentioned a few politicians. A few other names. I don't think you have THAT many contracts going on for you not to guess.

She did not like this at all. Charlemagne never tried to understand His games, the ones He was constantly playing, the never-ending chessboard moves, the trade-offs, the political calculations. But He always did right by her. She wondered how He would react if she got busted by the Buro. Would He try to save her? Was she just a pawn in yet another chess game? She pondered the thought. Should she feel manipulated? Used?

But the thing was, she enjoyed this. The adrenaline rush, living in the moment, the feeling of mischief when she was doing something illegal. Does that make her a criminal? she wondered. Does that make Him a criminal? Does it matter at all?

She snapped her attention back to the person sitting in front of her.