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 Action / Adventure A Day to Come (Epicurean & Bean)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Epicurean, Jul 17, 2019.

  1. Bean

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    She gasped at the fullness he invaded her body with. Fingers digging into his back as her body tried to adjust to the sudden girth. Blissful carnal moans echoed off of the walls as her hips bucked back at his swiftness.

    Cyrene clung to him until she felt the speed slow. Her back arched as he never pulled away from her. Slowly more lecherous waves coursed over her body, as they both began to pant from their sinful exertions.

    Her eyes opened to his mischievous grin. She gave a slight laugh as his lips lavished her throat. Her body rilled against him, a slick friction of skin on skin and their love making.

    "Only if you are changing positions..." Her lips slanting into impish pose before she attempted to roll them over.
     
  2. Epicurean

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    Marain grinned, perfectly happy to let Cyrene do her share of the work. He rolled onto his back and let her ride him, enjoying the view of her body in motion and the lewd, delicious sounds their shaved skin made. He looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of her with the rhythm of her dancer hips. Marain reached out to run his hands down her front, adoring her shapes with his touch. She was so exquisite, and he imagined the next encounter, when they might take more time…

    He remained passive for the time being, smiling up at Cyrene, letting her take whatever pleasure she liked from his cock, his own coming from getting to watch. He could last a while yet. There was no rush.
     
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    On top, her hand guided his sensitive tip against her wet fold. Teasing and letting him linger for a few moments. She couldn't wait much longer to be filled to the brim. Her body aching to feel that sinful bliss again.

    Fingernails dug into his chest for leverage as her hips fell against his. Pressed against her internal muscles gripping back against him. Her hand reached up and pulled the choclated colored locks free like a waterfall around her face.

    She grinded against him, coaxing him further. Every breathe larbored as the euphoria built. Edging ever closer to the crescendo.

    Little thought was given to anything else other than what pleasure she was obtaining. Every time she impaled herself upon his girth. A groan left her lips, passionate melody as she rode his endowment.

    Cyrene wasn't holding back. She wasn't hiding behind niceties and societial pressures. With Marain... in a way, she was able to be more free, even in less intimate moments. Right now, it was just them and moonshine.

    "Marain-" She growled out his name as he was pressed deep within her. Carnality winning out over anything else. Her teeth grazed his collarbone before sinking into the sensitive side of his neck. Her lips pressed against the bitemark.
     
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    Marain started to answer back as his pleasure heightened, his hips rocking in time with Cyrene’s, trying to coax out every last bit of feeling for them both. His panting turned into moaning.

    “Don’t stop, ailyssa, I know you want it,” he spurred her on in a low growl, hands firmly squeezing her breasts, and using the moniker for someone you slept with for the first time. He could feel the first waves of orgasm, most of his body seemed to pulse with the intensity.

    “It’s all there, take it…”

    The hot flow of her juices down his balls took him over the edge suddenly and violently. He grabbed Cyrene’s hips and came deep inside, filling her completely, the rush overtaking him for long seconds.
     
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    She sat back up, feeling his length press further than she thought possible. Moans and growls of passion and lust rang out, no care to who may hear. Her long hair cascading down her back and sticking due to the thin sheen of sweat.

    Cyrene felt his hands on her breast and the way his hips bucked against hers. The swelling throbbing arousal and nearing the euphoric end. His words only encouraging her to thrust herself upon him faster and harder.

    Her hands gripped into his chest, surely to leave marks, as her body tensed and spasmed against him. She cursed in Naneh, as her body finally shudder against his. Her head tilted back as she feel into the orgasmic abyss. She lots all control with Marain also reaching the end so deep.

    It took several minutes for the waves of pleasure to subside into tiny intermitten aftershocks. Cyrene moved to his side, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking but also unsure of what was to come next.

    Did she stay the night? Should she go home? What did this all mean? Was this something more than just one night? As their breathing returned, the brunette looked over to her lover? One night stand?

    "Marain...shall I go home?"
     
  6. Epicurean

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    Marain was still basking in the glow of his first sex in a long time, absent-mindedly holding her hand, so the question took a second to register.

    “What? No,” he yawned, stretching his arms, then wrapping them around her. “I mean, you can if you want to, of course. But I don’t want you to.”

    He quietly wondered if there was some Ikani custom here. They had the strangest ideas. It was bad to kiss in public, apparently, and certainly bad to sleep with someone for fun and because you wanted to. You had to give it a label, like a box, you couldn’t just do it and enjoy it. They had a whole wealth of these labels. He couldn’t be bothered. And anyway, what other good reason was there to sleep with someone except that you wanted to? But he didn’t really want to think about the Ikani now. Instead, he held Cyrene close, the fact that he had assisted in a man’s death not at the foreground, finally, blissfully.
     
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    Her skin tingled as arms wrapped around and pulled her close to him. She stopped pondering on what this meant and basked in post coital satisfaction. Cyrene's body perfectly contoured to his side with a kiss to his cheek she felt her body and mind settle. A peace she had not known for some time.

    There was no desire to leave or run away. If anything, she didn't want the evening to end. Soon fatigue and alcohol took its final toll, and she was dirfted to sleep. A dream of jubliant children playing in the streets, festive adults... a Naneh celebration... Marain, smiling telling her that it was over. They won. Their lips inched closer for a victorious kiss when suddenly rough hands pulled her away. She turned to Chaz with an evil smirk. "Not so fast Dali!"

    "Marain-breakfast- oooooh-" Auntie Guen had barraged in the room and her eyes wide for a moment at the aftermath before averting and smiling. The brunette grabbed at a sheet to cover herself and clung to Marain's side in a futile attempt to hide. Cheeks rosey with embarrassment.

    Her voice a sing song of the hills. "Cyrene. A pleasant surprise. Join us for breakfast." With that she closed the door behind her.

    The youngest Zajec looked toward Marain for guidance. Through the course of the night she hadn't considered the morning. The sun had already split the sky and a new day had already started. Unlike the Zajecs, the O'Adith had much family together in their home. Cyrene could hear the pitter patter and various rumblings of a now awake family.

    "Marain... what do I do?" She was at a loss. It was very emmelan to share a meal and to patricipate in the hospitality offered. Cyrene moved off the bed quickly and gathered all her garments before slipping them on. She worried. Auntie Geun was a kind and generous woman, but the rest of then family, may not be so happy about a Dali in the home. Much less Marain sleeping with one. "I know Auntie Geun is being nice. But I don't want to cause you any trouble."
     
  8. Epicurean

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    Marain wasn’t quite awake yet, but grinned at Cyrene’s modesty – as if Guen had never seen a nude woman.

    “Trouble? Why on earth would there be trouble?” he asked before a long yawn. “Not everyone might know you yet. So you’re gonna have to tell them your name or something… all the trouble I can think of.”

    He patted her shoulder as he traipsed over to his closet shelf to grab a fresh shirt. “They’re all good people,” he assured her, “no worries. And most of them are off to work or school anyway. Me too, in fact.”

    Shirt now on, he found Cyrene still standing, looking insecure. He frowned for a moment as he tried to read her face.

    “What are you worried about?” he asked, his full focus now on her with what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
     
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    Cyrene held back tears for a moment. It was so easy, in a way, for Marain. Yet for her, there was always some hesitancy.

    "Your family. They are wonderful. Beautiful. I mean everything I say with the best intentions. They are true Naneh. Regarded as such throughout the community."

    Cyrene gave a shakey sigh. "I know how others view me. I know because of my mother and my own choices. Not many understand. I worry they... will not like me..." his smile made her heart flutter a bit. She felt in a dilemma when the door softly opened.

    A little girl no more than five sun trips entered the room. She had Marain's curly brown hair and big innocent eyes. She smiled brightly at Marain and ran to hug his leg before looking to Cyrene.

    "Are you Cyrene? Auntie said you were coming to brakfassss- Im Edal!" The little girl grabbed her hand and pulled. The youngest Zajec knew better then not to obey the innocent. Before the young Naneh was able to pull her away, Cyrene leaned in and gave Marain a last kiss.

    Soon, Edal escorted Cyrene to the breakfast table and demanded they sit side by side. The brunette smiled graciously, thanking everyone for their hospitality. As they ate seasoned sasuages, eggs and bread, Edal kicked her feet and stared at the new commer.

    "Cyrene... you are pretty..."

    "Oh, Edal. Thank you. You are very pretty too."

    Edal smiled ear to ear before looking at Marain. "She said Im pretty!"

    Cyrene couldn't help but smile. The little girl had eased her worry a bit.

    "Cyrene... will you do my hair? I like the mami braids." The mother braids were traditional Naneh hair style.

    The brunette nodded. "Yes. I can do that. After we eat. -"

    Aunt Guen shook her head. "Edal... I told you I'd finish your hair after breakfast. Cyrene is Marain's guest."

    Edal frowned while chewing on a mouth full of bread. It made Cyrene laugh slightly at the adorable wrath sitting next to her. The graduate's hand squeezed Marain's and she couldn't help but enjoy herself. The boys were teasing and giggling. Whispering something she could not hear.

    "Cyrene... do you like Marain?"

    The table feel silent and the brunette stuttered. The little girl did not wait for an answer.

    "Cyrene, will you be my cousin?"

    If the first question didn't halt everything... that one certainly did. The youngest Zajec took a sip of her coffee before clearing her throat. Her cheek rosey from being put on the spot. She briefly glance at Marain.

    "Edal..." Her voice was calm and soft. "You are Naneh... and I an Naneh. We are family already. Don't worry, precious one. If Aunt Guen will allow it. I will braid your hair-"

    Edal smiled. "I've been reading!"

    "Oh! Thats very good. You are very smart to be reading at such a young age-what are you reading-"

    "Come to dinner! Please! Cousin! Tell her to come to dinner!"

    Cyrene felt her heart melting a bit. She chewed on her lower lip and looked back toward Marain. While the O'Adith family was rather large there weren't as many young female members. It seemed that Edal was starving for female attention and for a friend.

    The burnett's hand brushed against the young girl's curls. "If you wish. I do not mind. Though, I will have to leave it up to Marain."
     
  10. Epicurean

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    Marain, as most of the adults on the long table, followed the interaction between Edal and Cyrene with warm smiles – it was considered a stain on a person’s character if they weren’t friendly with children, and perhaps a few eyes looked more closely at the Zajec daughter with her ambiguous background, but she acquitted herself very well.

    Edal was one of those kids you easily lost track of, so self-sufficient and upbeat. Both her parents, cousins of Marain, were nurses on rotating shifts, meaning that the rest of the family had to chip in to make sure the girl got enough attention. With the chaos of recent weeks, it seemed, there had been too little of that. Also, she was what was called a linna, a child that seemed to tend towards a role like Guen’s – the managing of a family house, what had once been the function of the household leader, often the oldest woman. That dovetailed somewhat with Ikani ideas of femininity, and the images had become muddled. Still, Marain felt uncomfortable with the strangely restrictive, unreal ideas about men and women seeping into urban Naneh lifestyle. He certainly didn’t want to live like that.

    He shot a wink to Cyrene, then smiled at Edal.

    “Sure we’ll invite her! Not only to dinner, either, Sevenday too!” Marain promised.

    The last day of the week was usually spent in the family – in earlier days, Marain had learned in his AFRN history classes, that was when the religious ceremonies had been held, but those were only kept alive for special occasions now. The family might use its various cars to go to the beach or some other nice spot to spend the afternoon. With almost twenty people of all ages, there was always enough to do.

    “Can we go to a Tryball game?!” Edal asked, excitement mounting. She loved to watch the City Grounds Hawks, the neighborhood amateur club. Marain winced a little, unhappy with having to put a damper on her spirits.

    “I think they’re not having any right now – because of the fighting, you know? But we’ll find something nice to do.”

    Edal nodded, apparently content with the reply. Even kids could hardly miss the trouble, and Edal had been explained that there had been fighting; they hadn’t even kept the deaths from her and the other older children, but it was hard to say how much success the adults were having in keeping the children from being afraid.

    Guen’s three sons were already getting up from the table to head to work, all of them employed in a plastic manufacturing plant. Marain took a few more spoonful of scrambled eggs and a few pieces of pineapple, then he turned to Cyrene.

    “I have to shower and get dressed. Got trucks to dispatch and all that,” he said with an apologetic gesture. “I’m sure nobody minds if you take your time though,” he assured her, leaning over to kiss her cheek on impulse. From the corner of his eye, he could see Guen and her husband Aned exchanging an amused look, then Aned kissed Guen just like Marain had done.
     
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    While Cyrene enjoyed her interaction with Edal, what warmed the heart most was Marain's. The little Naneh was intelligent and bold. She was comfortable innher own skin. It was beautiful to see. Her bouncing off ideas and plans with her older cousin as if she too was full grown.

    She nodded and smiled at Marain's encouragement of Cyrene attending dinner and Sevenday. "I'd be delighted."

    Time was getting the better of them. How she wished it would slow down. It was rare she got to enioy such sweetness of life, and somehow seconds ticked by so much faster.

    Marain mentioned work. The kiss he left of her cheek caused her to blush. "Thank you. I think I'll spend some time with my new friend before going home myself. I hope... I get to see you... all again soon." Cyrene was already warmed to the O'Adiths and even more so that the youngest had burst through the door and tugged her arm. But, yet her heart yearned for more time with Marain. Was she acting desparate now? Sleep with him once and now she was infatuated with him? Emotions weren't easy to decipher.

    Edal giggled. "Silly, you are coming to dinner. And Sevenday!" Cyrene smiled and agreed with the innocent one. "Aye, my love."

    The little one was thrilled as she munched on the remainder of her breakfast. Cyrene busied herself with helping Aunt Guen and then fixing up Edal's hair. She was very bright and inquisitive. There was no shame and little worry. It was slightly bitter to leave the home, but eventually she found her way home. It seemed far more empty after visiting the O'Adiths.

    "Cyrene-Dari!" She only had to step inside and her father hugged her tightly. Idira standing by with a smile. "Papi! You're home! I was so worried." The young Zajec held her father until she nearly felt like she couldn't breath.

    Soon the Zajecs gathered around the table. Baras looked tired but overall he was in one piece. Idira sat nearby, tenderly rubbing his arm. They spoke for awhile on what everyone had been up to. The war hero careful not to spill any secrets.

    It seemed that it suddenly struck Baras that his daughter had been out. His eyebrow raised. "Where were you, Dari? Did you leave early this morning?"

    Idira scoffed. "Leave her be, Barry. She is young."

    Baras shook his head. "Oh? Can I not ask about my own daughter?"

    Cyrene blushed and shifted nervously.

    Her mother sighed. "We went out last night."

    Barry's brow furrowed a bit. "Mmmhmmm. And?"

    "Well, if you must know, that nice boy, from down the way seemed to take a shine-"

    "Marain?"

    "Yes... the one you set her to go with the concert with. Is it really any concern of yours?"

    Baras appeared both conflicted and furious. Cyrene bit her lip and looked at the table. Her fingertips ran across the polished wood grains.

    Barry voice was low. "I think Cyrene should think about who she spends her time with." The brunette looked toward her father. His expression the same. She knew what he was worried about. The business between her and Marain, and it becoming muddied. "Maybe, you should spend less time with him, and more with your family, a good Naneh girl would-"

    She stood up suddenly. "No! Im tired of this! Good Naneh! Bad Naneh! Good Dali! Im tired of all of this! Look around, papi! Where have you been? Where has mother been? This house lay empty for many moons, and you want to restrict me to just family? To loneliness?"

    Baras snapped back. "You will watch your tone. You know better. You know what I mean. I love you and fear the consequences... please, Dari... be careful..."

    Cyrene was shaking with upset as she turned to leave her eyes fulled with tears. Be a better Naneh... but not too much. Such harsh contradictions.

    She heard her mother speak finally.

    "Barry..."

    "Idira... you don't understand, it for their own good-"

    "Oh love of my life. Isn't what they tried to tell us? Once upon a time? You were no different... in fact... save a few features, I would swear you and Marain could be brothers..."

    "Wife-"

    "Of course. Secrets- what would I know of them? Hm? Just a silly mannikin... yet... I think you hear my point."

    Cyrene didn't hear anymore of the conversation as she ran up to her bedroom. She showered and dressed for the rest of the day. She spent it reading and thinking of what could come next and why her father had acted so harshly.

    Later afternoon he had brought her tea. He was more calm.

    Barry sat on her bed awkwardly but squeezed her shoulder. "I'm a father... what can I say. I don't want you to be hurt... you're mother is right... I can't stop you. But I warn you. The deeper you get in with him... I just don't know... he is a good one... for now- but I see myself in him. And he has choices he will have to make. Tough ones. Ones that might hurt you deeply. I would say, stick to business... as much as you can. But your heart if yours and yours alone, Dari."

    Cyrene hugged her father with tears running down her cheek. Everything seemed so complicated. "Papi... I love you. But maybe I can help him make good choices-"

    Barry shook his head. "What your mother thought too-"

    "What? Mami?"

    "Another time Dari. Another time. Enjoy your evening. I have some plans with your mother. Love you."

    "Love you too, "
     
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    Marain skipped his first platoon meeting in ages a few days later. Instead, he drove up to the Upper Cliffside to meet Ghira, his NALIA contact, in the bar called The Meadows. It was run by the Cineidy family, who were rebel nobility of a completely different sort than Baras Zajec; no Cineidy had ever been known to fight, gun in hand, except maybe in quarter defense. They were part of a network that kept the different Naneh groups talking – the rural traditionalists and the city progressives, the politicians and the fighters, the radicals and the moderates. This role was rarely explicitly mentioned by anyone, but any leader Marain had ever spoken to acknowledged its importance. Marain had only just gotten his beer from the Cineidy daughter helping out at the bar tonight when Ghira came in; she cast an inquisitive glance at the bar. Something seemed to tell her it was safe, and so she and Marain settled in a corner booth, deep inside the building, the least popular spot for normal Naneh custom.

    Three other people arrived and joined them over the next fifteen minutes; Marain only knew one, a woman named Ela from City Grounds Company. The other two were men in their late forties, brothers by the looks of them, who introduced themselves as Padry and Therran. All three seemed serious. Ela was definitely a solid Wayfellow, he knew, who had already been entrusted with some minor leadership functions, like leading patrols around City Grounds.

    Ghira looked around the room before she began.

    “I’ve asked you here because the four of you would make a good cell. It’s really that simple. Our cells operate independently, but with what I have in mind for you four, you might get a little more guidance. That, let’s not kid ourselves, means a little more risk. But it also means you’re less likely to go off on a tangent. We usually let the cells decide what sort of op they want to get into, but with you, I have a proposal. Padry, Therran – you’ve got serious experience. More than I have, in fact. You were in the Great Rising, you know gunsmithing. We know you have the stones and the skills for hard operations. Ela – you’re young, but your Afry leaders believe a lot in you. Plus, your technical skills might add to this cell; I understand you know about machining, optics and a few other things.”

    Ela nodded, not hiding her pride. Marain couldn’t blame her and wondered what Ghira would have to say about him.

    “Marain – you know we’re not exactly overrun with people who can shoot. I mean, really shoot, with a scope and a proper rifle. You have that skill, I’m told, and you’re seen as hard, smart and motivated. My idea is this: We can make a sniper cell out of you guys. You three can supply technical assistance, backup, security, recon, letting Marain focus on the shooting. If you’re game, we will give you some input about who might make a good target. We’re not going to ask you to shoot suits. Our strategy isn’t to attack symbolic targets, we want real results for our ops. Our ideal target for your cell, if you establish one, is an SPV Captain who’s also a BVM officer, maybe even one we know to be involved in attacks on our people. These people are legitimate targets and it’d be very hard for the opposition to make a sob story about them. Depending on how the campaign goes, the strategy might change, but so far, this could be your role in it. We will get you a good rifle and ammunition, plus money to get what else you need. Frankly, I don’t know about hunting rifles and such, so if you decide to do something, you want to give me a list of maybe three or four models you like plus the ammunition. Guys, I’m going to leave you alone to talk about this. I live only a few houses down the street. Drop a note in my letterbox if you’re in.”

    With that, the NALIA officer rose and left the bar. It soon turned out that Marain’s initial impression was correct: Ela, Padry and Therran were committed, serious fighters. They went through a few hypothetical plans to find out if they clicked – but they did. Before he drove home, Marain walked down Dillan Street and dropped a short, handwritten list of items into the “Didlan” letterbox. At the top of the list, in block letters, stood the designation Ruafo 5-2, Central Amay Optics Scope ‘Marksman 14’, MilPrec Mk. III or Premium Predator munition.
     
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    Cyrene was counting the sun rises since she had sat at the O'Adith table and shared a meal.

    21... and still counting.

    She had visited Edal and Aunt Guen on several occasions. Even taking the young one for a favored icy treat, called a Ice Ball. The shaved iced flavored with bright color was a childhood favorite. The brunette was happy to share it while walking the shores with Edal. It was a much needed break from how ugly work had become over rhe passing weeks.

    "Cyrene! Dali! I need you to take this to Chaz!" The Chief's voice boomed out of his office. She rushed in and grabbed the paperwork and made her way to the Lieutenant's office. Taking the more scenic route of course. They had been discussing a murder. Suspected AFRN involement... but not directly. They had worry... mention of a sniper? She had eavesdropped best she could, but the Chief and Lieutenant seemed a bit worried about this "new palyer".

    Alone behind a filing cabinet, she opened the folder. Several pages of analyses. Her stomach dropped a bit... they were investigating this very hard... why? She soaked in the information. Ballistics indicated a high powered rifle...caliber 7.62mm... bolt-action... she skimmed over the specifications and nomenclature of the weapon, before eyeing the systematics and measurements of the scene. The trajectory and distance... the man had been killed instantly. Violently. She read as much as she could before closing the file. Cyrene had to speak with Marain about this. She didn't understand why the Ikani were so invested... nor why AFRN would kill him. She wanted the rest of the pieces of the puzzle.

    The assistant has been so lost in thought that sue forgot to knock before entering Chaz' office. Cyrene dropped the file and paperwork scattered acrossed the polished floors. Shock hit her instantly as Chaz had the front desk clerk bent over his desk and savagely fucking her. Clari was a rather dumb Ikani woman. What she did apart from talking on her phone. Clari laughed at the shock on Cyrene's face.

    "Oh look, the Ninny! Bet she wishes-"

    Chaz growled "Shut up! Cyrene-"

    The youngest Zajec sprinted as fast as her heels would let her out of the office and down the hall. But the Lieutenant caught up, grabbing one of her arms as his other hand continued to stuff himself away.

    Cyrene tried to pull away, but Chaz gripped firmly. "Let me go!"

    At that, she was slammed against the wall. For a mkment she thought she saw stars, but Chaz hot breath on her face reminded her that she was now firmly pressed against a wall.

    "You will not speak to me like that! You-"

    Clari caught up with them, out of breath but smirking in delight.

    Clari seemed a bit annoyed. "Rude uncivilized Ninny. See, can'teven knock before entering." Chief Burke sighed heavily and shook his head. "Clari, I think your break is over." She huffed but soon retreated smirking in Cyrene's direction, "The Ninny girl is going to get it"

    Burke asked "What did she do?"

    "Barged into my office, scattered files everywhere and then ran out without a word."

    The Chief nodded for a moment. "I see... and what else?"

    Chaz looked annoyed and finally let Cyrene go. "Nothing else- right Dali?"

    Burke looked to her but the brunette said nothing. "Well if there are no compliants, keep it down. We have important work to do. Though you will have to collect the papers yourself, I need Cyrene for other work." The chief clapped his hands and walked back into his office.

    Chaz towered before whispering in her ear. "One day... that will be you. I will teach you a lesson. Make you wish-beg that you were Ikani." The brunette said nothing but rushed into Chief Burke's office.

    She could barely concentrate on what he was saying. What the hell just happened? Chaz was becoming more aggressive. Was he mad she walked in? Seemed a dumb reason to be so harsh. And his comments... not just racial... but how he talked to her... like he would own her one day. It made her shudder at the thought.

    "Cyrene? Did you hear me? I want you to take my clothes to the cleaners and run a few errands around town. It's been a rough day for you, head home. Think about being a bit more careful. Chaz is under a lot of pressure, heading the investigation on the sniper and also leading the effort to infiltrate the barricades. Lot on his plate. He is fond of you. I'll talk to him about being a more patient. Deal?"

    What other choice did she have? Cyrene simply agreed quietly and bowed. The errands took forever but finally she was able to get home and change before heading to the O'Adith home. Greeted by Guen and Edal, it was nice.

    "Thank you. Edal your drawing is very nice... Guen-"

    "Call her Auntie- you're family-" Edal corrected.

    She smiled at the young one. "Of course. Auntie... is he here? Can I speak with him?"
     
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    The newer parts of Hersegal (or Beamey City, but Marain would not willingly use the Ikani name) were laid out systematically, based on rectangles of major avenues. The gentle hills allowed for it, where it would not have in the southern peninsula that held the older, Naneh-dominated quarters of the city. That made for long lines of sight – and that was a tactical advantage for anyone in their line of business.

    The van had been Ela’s idea; she had made the modifications to the back windows, she had made the foils to change its appearance, she had manufactured the fake license plates and installed the workbench that was now Marain’s firing platform. He hadn’t really expected they would get the Ruafo 5-2, but they had. It was an absolute joy to shoot on the range or on the hunt. Today, Marain knew, it would not be that.

    Ela was outside the car, playing lookout, pretending to be someone’s cleaning lady in this upper middle class Ikani neighborhood; the Ikani never seemed to pay as much critical attention to women as they did to men. They had these big houses but lived in them alone, with only a couple and maybe two children. Marain didn’t know how anyone could be happy that way. He had to pry his thoughts away from the irrelevancy. He cracked his knuckles, flexed his arms and neck to relax, to get ready. Padry was in the back of the van with him, to work the window and be his spotter, Therran was in the driver’s seat, pretending to play on his phone (all their phones were shut down and the batteries disconnected, of course) while waiting for his first job of the day for the domestic repair shop the van’s sides named.

    It was still dark; their target was one of the few well-off BVM men, a construction manager. Ben Priveson was his name, and he had been seen directing the mob that had burned two streets of houses down the night of the Tryball Riots. He was also an SPV officer of command rank, and that made him fit their target profile perfectly.

    The small radio Padry held crackled to life. “I got lights in the kitchen,” Ela’s voice came tersely. “Heading out.”

    She would start leaving the area now, a good while before anything was to happen. Her job was done. Marain exchanged a look with Padry in the semi-darkness, cleared his throat and got behind the rifle already placed on the workbench, setting the stock carefully against his shoulder, his eye against the scope and his right hand on the grip. Padry used his binoculars to look out the second window in the back door of the van.

    “210 to the driveway,” the older fighter said mechanically. Marain already knew that, but he could feel his pulse starting to race. In that sort of tension, repetition could mean everything. He turned the knobs on the scope to adjust it to the right distance. At this distance, the projectile would not drop very far, but they had to stack the odds as best they could.

    After about ten minutes, Padry lowered the binoculars. “Lights in the driveway,” he announced.

    “Open the window,” Marain replied quietly, and Padry pulled the pane of the ‘gun-side’ window of the van away. That there was a sniper in this van would only be visible from a very limited angle and very close up. The target would have no chance to spot them at all.

    Marain started lining up his shot with the spot on Priveson’s car window behind which, a few minutes hence, his head would be. An unreal feeling came over him. Marain felt his jaw clench while his head was light. He focused on his breathing, slowing it down, flexing his trigger finger.

    “There he comes,” Padry said next. Priveson walked into Marain’s sight, a laptop bag and a lunch box under his arm, wearing a cheap suit, his receding hair making his head shine in the driveway lights. So harmless he looked, so ordinarily Ikani.

    Marain placed his finger on the trigger and applied a tiny amount of force, finding the pressure point. Priveson opened the car door and got into the driver seat. He reached for the seat belt. Marain had his target point, just above and in front of the ear, and let out his breath slowly, steadily. As Priveson turned the ignition key, Marain fired, Padry fixed on the car with his binoculars. The shot was deafening in the confines of the van, the heavy echo hollow and metallic. Marain’s vision was spoiled by the recoil, but Padry told him the result as he hastened to shut the gun window Ela had constructed: “Hit! You got him!”

    Therran had enough calm to drive off at a normal pace. Before anyone in the neighborhood even understood what had happened, they were far outside the immediate surroundings, on their way to put the rifle and other equipment back into its hiding place near a fishing village east of the city.

    *

    The feeling of unreality persisted all day. Marain did his work without thinking, he got on the ferry to go home without thinking, talked to his family without thinking. He felt cold and stiff inside, like a piece of frozen food that only looked good on the outside. His thoughts kept returning to the glint off Priveson’s scalp. His uncle Aned looked a little like that, he realized, and was glad he had not seen the result of his shot.

    Returning to his street, he saw Cyrene walking towards the Ó Adith house. He smiled automatically. He just had to smile when he saw the woman, his lover. Suddenly, he wanted to run to her, wrap his arms around her slim body which always seemed more fragile than it really was to him, and never let go. Instead, he kept walking and found her in the main room, talking to Guen. He said hello to the room, then immediately hugged Cyrene from behind and pressed his face into her hair.

    “I wasn’t here, but now I am,” he announced with a tired sigh.
     
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    Edal was smiling but not at Cyrene, something-someone pass her. Before she turn to discover the identity familiar arms wrapped around her. The brunette could feel herslef blush slightly at the affection she wasn't sure she'd ever get use to.

    Edal giggled and Auntie Guen gave a slight smile. The young Zajec turned to hug Marain tightly. It had seemed so long. Too long. Her head nuzzled in thw crook of his neck and she whispered. "I've missed you... but I have business...news we must discuss." She gave a quick kiss to his cheek and broke the embrace begrudgingly.

    Cyrene waited for Marain to request privacy from his family. She followed him into his room, once they finally were left alone.

    "I wish we didn't have to speak abour such unpleasantness." She realy did. If only they could live in nothing but bliss and happiness. But that was nothing but childish nonsense. Life wasn't always so cheery or peaceful.

    Cyrene kissed him softly before beginning. So many things on her mind. The investigation and her father...

    "I got my hands and eyes on a file. The Ikani are doing a heavy investigation into a murder... done by sniper...they suspect AFRN influence and direction, but think it may be an outsider. They are early stages, but lors of ballistics and crime scene analysis. Way more lengths than Ive seen in a long time." She rubbed her brusied arm absent mindedly. "I don't know seems like they are getting close, reviewing all CCTV footage in the area. They seem pretty hot. A shoot on site order is in place. They are worried. A good sniper... it's hard to counter. I don't think they have any suspects yet, not names in the file-but people were rather aggressive about it."

    She sighed. "What is that about? What should I do?"
     
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    Marain hated himself the second he did, but he jumped at the mention of ‘sniper’ and had to compose himself for a bit before he could respond. It was stupid to be surprised, he thought; of course the PSP and the Revolutionary Guard would come after them. They had killed Priveson, presumably it had looked really messy. Marain took a deep breath. Shoot on sight order. So the state was starting to see it as a war. The cell would have to be even more cautious.

    “Sorry. Ah… it’d be good if you kept me up on what they do there. Don’t take bigger risks for it, but whatever you can get safely, I want it. I know that… well, some are getting aggressive. This is stuff that follows Point 2 of the current strategy paper. ‘Attacking the security installations of the Republic of Ikan especially in Nanehri to avert concrete suffering of our people’. We have to have their back… like, the people who are involved in this. For that, it’s good to know what the PSP is doing about it… RG activities, too, if your boss learns anything about those.”

    Marain swallowed; he was half rambling. He desperately hoped Cyrene wouldn’t catch on, but his voice sounded so strained he was already bracing for her reaction.
     
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    Cyrene's brow furrowed and her tilted in curiosity at Marain's reaction. Especially at the word sniper and then strain in voice.

    He didn't seem to have as much direction in his words as normal. From being the daughter of Baras, she knew better than to ask too many questions, but worry for Marain was taking hold.

    She cupped his hands in her own. Her eyes worrisome. "I understand. I will get everything I can. Today, was just-it was a rough day." Cyrene couldn't shake the question.

    "I don't understand, why him? Why was he singled out?" Marain was obviously unsettled. "Are you okay? You look like you saw an ancestor spirit-did you-" She chewed on her bottom lip in contemplation of how she should speak. Carefully...

    "Do you know about this? Ikani want the people invovled- want them dead. Marain- please-"
     
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    Marain sighed and bit his lip; he cast a long look at Cyrene. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to tell her he was being cautious, that they would not hit again in some time – but that went against everything that had been agreed. NALIA with its offensive focus had not fully made it into the consciousness of the state and operated under even more secrecy than the AFRN. It was so important not to have the links between the two organizations become too obvious. They didn’t intend at this point to claim the action at all, nor possible future actions. He rubbed a hand over his face. After the attack and the day at work, he was exhausted.

    “I know something about this. I… yeah. I know something. The guy – he was a mob leader in the Tryball Riots. He was BVM and a PeeVee officer. At the sharp edge of oppression. That’s why he was a target. Not some kid throwing bricks at a community hall, guy talking shit in a bar, not even a traffic cop. Priveson was the real deal, a real enemy with blood on his hands,” Marain explained, rattling off the reasons mechanically, stumbling over the words.
     
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    Cyrene followed every expression and movement, there was something he wasn't telling her. Something he was holding back.

    "Oh... that makes more sense... especially with Chaz... they were friends? Colleagues one might say."

    Her hand reached out and caressed his cheek. She knew... there was more... but there was no use in knowing any more. At least for now.

    "Shhhh. That's all I needed. Thank you. It makes a bit more sense. And gives me more details to look out for..." Her voice was soft. "I'm not naive enough to think you have only been my handler. Days and weeks gone. With little contact. The way you're looking at me. Same way my papi used to look coming home after being away." She kissed his other cheek gently. "Peace is knowing you helped others...how can I help you right now?"
     
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    Marain deflated; they were sitting on his bed and he leaned over, putting his head on Cyrene’s shoulder. He felt a wave of love and affection for her, even if he wasn’t quite sure he deserved the way she treated him.

    “Just… be with me. Let me hold you, ailyssa,” he requested. “And… maybe go to the beach with me this weekend. Eat somewhere…”

    Suddenly, it felt like the greatest thing to go on a holiday with Cyrene. Money he had enough for a trip to Liyadan, Merat or another of the countries around the Ikanian Sea – but his leave mostly went for AFRN stuff and he could not leave the Wayfellows holding the barricades. As he snuggled up to Cyrene, he indulged in a daydream of victory, of a life without secrets, without uniforms…