“You’re home early. I was trying to make things nice for you.”
“Erin, you don’t have to work so hard.”
Suddenly shy, her green eyes found the sparkling floor. “It’s just…since you found out that I work for the Jumpers I…”
Moving
forward, he took her trembling form into his arms. “You think you have
to prove what a perfect woman you are? I already thought you were
perfect. The fact that you work with your own kind doesn’t change
anything.” His face was graced with the kind of smile that only she
could bring him. “Besides the extra money is nice.”
She slapped him playfully, but then kissed his lips. Holding her close, he didn’t hurry.
She came up for air and wanted to take it further, but he moved back. “Erin we have to talk.”
“That
is usually what girls say.” Erin played the role of the perfect female
the way only a man could, for Erin wasn’t only a Jumper, she was a
Genderjumper as well. Sometimes in the dead of night Dak wondered over
his choices, but it was a sick world out there and she was his only
light, but now he was somehow in charge of eliminating her kind.
With
a sigh, he explained his assignment. A few gasps and startled
expressions later, he had finished describing his new position.
“If Bly was for it, then I guess it must be a good thing,” She said, hesitation tainting her voice.
“Yeah, but what about the Mayor. He knows about you…us. Jumpers are his pet project. This will be like a slap in the face.”
“I could think of no one’s face I would rather slap.”
* * *
“Yeah,
it’s a pretty nice office.” he had to agree. Dak’s eyes focused on the
grimy window. Sure there wasn’t much of a view, there rarely was in New
Cluster, but Dak had never had an office with a window before.
Fesse
wore the closest thing to a smile his face could manage. “Nothing too
good for the new man in charge of keeping the press, the mayor, and
everyone else off my back when it comes to this Bodyjumper mess.”
Patting him on the shoulder, he continued, “I’ll have them move your
desk up here before lunch. You’ll not be needing it this morning
anyway.”
“Why is that?”
“Because your first press conference starts in an hour.”
“I’m not sure if this is going to work Fesse. I-”
”Make
it work,” his voice was raised, “or I’ll send you back to being a beat
cop in Dreg Park.” The door slammed behind him, creating a haze of dust
in the empty room. Dak watched the motes of dirt dance through the
narrow squares of yellow light before finally heading down to the Public
Enforcer pressroom.
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