Conflict of Interest
Sundial stared out at the Arctos skyline through the large window of Silk’s new 18th-story office, and wondered, not for the first time, what she was doing with her life. She was great at dealing with the sorts of problems she could infiltrate, exfiltrate, and purloin her way out of, but that didn’t seem to be a useful approach here. If a girl buys you tickets on an intercontinental flight and has you move in together, does that mean she likes you? Or were they just fleeing the country as friends?
Her thoughts were interrupted when the front door was kicked in with a loud BANG, and a tall muscular woman with a face mask and a pistol stormed into the room.
“Hands where I can see ’em! Sundial Votive, the Reliquary would like a word with you. Now come along quietly, or –”
As Sundial turned startled to face the door and raised her hands slowly, she heard a faint sound from the window behind her, and felt the blade of a knife held against her throat.
“Sundial Votive, my employer sends their re—” The quiet voice in her ear stopped abruptly. “Anchor?”
“Tulip, what the hell are you –”
The two intruders stared at each other.
“Anchor, you said this was going to be a nice little vacation, no work stuff!”
Anchor stared pointedly down at the knife in Tulip’s hand.
“… Okay, yes, point taken, but look, the money on this contract was way too good to just pass up!”