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Field work was supposed to be something you paid others to do.
Usually Saturn would be content to let things lay, but her hand had been forced. Cain, sweet, emotional little pup he was. He liked to pretend he was above it all, the silent and dedicated hunter. Saturn knew better, he was a child, still trying to get daddy's approval and making a pass at every comely man who would entertain what passed for southern charm from Cain. Saturn hadn't been surprised in the slightest when Titan had reported that Cain had likely begun a physical relationship with Obsidian. She would have been shocked if he hadn't.
It wasn't the first time, Saturn banked on what she knew to be the constant in Cain's behaviour; the closer he got to Obsidian the more manic and distressed. And like the coward he was he would come crawling back to the familiar, to Saturn, and she would catechize him and shame him but he'd do his job and be assured that at the very least he was useful to someone.
It was a practiced pattern. A leash to restrain a dog. Saturn held many leashes. She collected strays. Titan was in heavy debt and made enemies in the Cuban government. Hyperion had been caught selling state secrets to the highest bitter. Tethys had killed a commanding officer while deployed to Iraq. Cain had been the easiest, he'd been so desperate to belong he'd let himself be owned by anyone. Secrets, shame, desire, money, greed, lust, love. These were tools, tools to absorb and acquire.
In the end Saturn would devour them all.
In was the one thing that brought her sensation. The whole world was numb to her touch, her body absorbing half of anything, nothing felt quite as much as it should feel. Smoking, drinking, sex, drugs, these were temporary pleasures that could briefly feed her needs, but ownership, that was true sustenance. That was the only reason Saturn had hired an armored car and a small security detail to accompany her into Pittsburgh. Saturn had considered looking into why this place attracted so many metas, it certainly wasn't for the scenery.
Here there was an asset she was interested in acquiring. Cain's leash remained taunt, for now, but it did well to diversify one's investments. That's why Saturn had spent a fair amount of money and resources tracking down one Flora Foster. Not only could she be a valuable asset, but she would be childsplay to collect. Saturn had the driver pull into a secluded corner so she could walk to the rather despicable bar that she knew Flora would frequent.
Her costume was calculated, and always changing. For Cain she'd worn a business suit, for Titan a low cut strapless red dress that had him at her mercy in seconds. For Flora neither professional nor seductive would be needed, so she wore a simple black blouse, leather jacket, jeans, and boots. She looked like a woman out on the town, except for the tattoo that snakes up her neck - Greek patterns ending in the solar symbol for Saturn - and her fistful of rings that donned each finger. Even without trying she turned a few heads when she entered the bar, but Saturn ignored them and walked straight to the bar and sat on the stool right next to Flora. She ordered an old fashioned.
Usually Saturn would be content to let things lay, but her hand had been forced. Cain, sweet, emotional little pup he was. He liked to pretend he was above it all, the silent and dedicated hunter. Saturn knew better, he was a child, still trying to get daddy's approval and making a pass at every comely man who would entertain what passed for southern charm from Cain. Saturn hadn't been surprised in the slightest when Titan had reported that Cain had likely begun a physical relationship with Obsidian. She would have been shocked if he hadn't.
It wasn't the first time, Saturn banked on what she knew to be the constant in Cain's behaviour; the closer he got to Obsidian the more manic and distressed. And like the coward he was he would come crawling back to the familiar, to Saturn, and she would catechize him and shame him but he'd do his job and be assured that at the very least he was useful to someone.
It was a practiced pattern. A leash to restrain a dog. Saturn held many leashes. She collected strays. Titan was in heavy debt and made enemies in the Cuban government. Hyperion had been caught selling state secrets to the highest bitter. Tethys had killed a commanding officer while deployed to Iraq. Cain had been the easiest, he'd been so desperate to belong he'd let himself be owned by anyone. Secrets, shame, desire, money, greed, lust, love. These were tools, tools to absorb and acquire.
In the end Saturn would devour them all.
In was the one thing that brought her sensation. The whole world was numb to her touch, her body absorbing half of anything, nothing felt quite as much as it should feel. Smoking, drinking, sex, drugs, these were temporary pleasures that could briefly feed her needs, but ownership, that was true sustenance. That was the only reason Saturn had hired an armored car and a small security detail to accompany her into Pittsburgh. Saturn had considered looking into why this place attracted so many metas, it certainly wasn't for the scenery.
Here there was an asset she was interested in acquiring. Cain's leash remained taunt, for now, but it did well to diversify one's investments. That's why Saturn had spent a fair amount of money and resources tracking down one Flora Foster. Not only could she be a valuable asset, but she would be childsplay to collect. Saturn had the driver pull into a secluded corner so she could walk to the rather despicable bar that she knew Flora would frequent.
Her costume was calculated, and always changing. For Cain she'd worn a business suit, for Titan a low cut strapless red dress that had him at her mercy in seconds. For Flora neither professional nor seductive would be needed, so she wore a simple black blouse, leather jacket, jeans, and boots. She looked like a woman out on the town, except for the tattoo that snakes up her neck - Greek patterns ending in the solar symbol for Saturn - and her fistful of rings that donned each finger. Even without trying she turned a few heads when she entered the bar, but Saturn ignored them and walked straight to the bar and sat on the stool right next to Flora. She ordered an old fashioned.
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