Red Rice With a Slice of Lime

[Mr. Lime]

The door opened to admit the wrong person. The wrong person completely.

"Bold move coming here, agent." It was one of the Chrysanthemums from earlier, and she looked almost amused. "This is Chrysanthemum space, the Dragons are north of here." Lime tilted his head at her. "Were you followed?" "Were you?" "Only by you, it seems." This got a chuckle out of her. "Don't flatter yourself. We only tolerate your kind in Kusari because of your long history with the Dragons, and the aliens at our doorstep." Lime shrugged. "And we're grateful. You actually listen when we ask people to just let us do our jobs."

The lady sighed and turned around to walk out. "The Dragons may trust you. I don't. Remember that." And she was gone.

Lime broke out his datapad and got back to work. With a direct line to the Calico's array, he began working on the non-sensitive stuff. He'd have to; it was likely that his contact was tied up in a completely unrelated meeting and would be arriving shortly, and his ass was still on the clock.