Just not at All Guns Blazing.
Too many people would know her, and cheer her the fuck up. Right now, she really didn’t want to be cheered up. Sometimes, people didn’t understand that a girl just needed to wallow in the dumps for a little while to really get it out of her system.
Guys? They wouldn’t understand. Her Tontos would leave her alone, but even them being around was a comfort of a sort.
No, she needed to find a place inside the Meredith Reynolds that would let her buy alcohol, drink enough that her nanites couldn’t burn it off too fast and allow her a chance to be maudlin.
Over a guy.
She rolled her eyes and started paying more attention to where she was. She had ridden the tram inside the world and found herself on the inside docks. Meaning, the blue-collar production was done in this area. That created an opportunity for a few bars and places to eat that supported those working their asses off.
She didn’t think anyone would expect one of the Queen’s Rangers to drop in. She had grabbed a cap and stuffed her hair under it, trying to take away some of her sexiness. She smirked.
Like that was possible.
She took a deep breath and let it out. Yeah, not even pretending she was the hottest sizzle on this floor was cheering her up. She came to one of the bars in the hallway and peeked in the little window. It was a long room, bar along one side and booths for four on the other with a pathway between.
Her kind of place at the moment.
She turned, stepped out of the way of a woman with some dogs, went to the door of the establishment and went in. There were two guys in the first booth. To Tabitha’s chagrin, she must be pushing so much ‘poor me’ vibe, they didn’t even look up to acknowledge a female passing by.
Damn, she really was in a bad place.
She walked towards the other end of the room, as far away from the door as she could get. She slid into the booth, her back to the door so no one could possibly see her. The booth went up high enough that even John’s tall-ass head would be blocked.
“What can I get for you, sweetie?” a slightly older woman asked her.
Tabitha looked up and smiled. “Whatever you have as close to 200 proof as you can get, and the bottle.” Tabitha paused. “Probably the bottle’s sibling, while you’re at it?”
“Guy or leaving the family?” The waitress asked. “Card?”
Tabitha fished around in her jacket until she found her Etheric Card. It had circuitry in it to allow the banking system to work. It also had a tiny symbol with what group you worked with. Hers had a little stylized “QR” with the number 2 under the letters. It had her details encrypted, and when she put her finger on the sensor the waitress handed her, it lit green. The waitress pulled out the card and glanced at it.
“I’m sorry, but your card isn’t good here,” she told Tabitha.
Tabitha looked at the card, dumbstruck. It wasn’t that she used it much, but according to Barnabas, almost nothing should be denied. She looked up at the waitress and realized something was wrong when the lady was smiling down at her. “Sweetie, you’re a Queen’s Ranger. I don’t need to know what you did that caused your mood, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to charge you for liquor to help you get over the nastiness.”
Tabitha sat there a moment, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?”
The lady looked up to the front of the little bar. “Mind if I take a seat?” Tabitha shook her head and pointed to the other side of the booth.
“My name is Pearl,” she started and waved a hand at the bar. “I chose to open this bar to make some extra money when I immigrated here.”
“What did you do before?” Tabitha asked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. No one gets into the Empire without having earned it.”
The lady waved away her concern. “Sweetie, It ain’t no big thing. I was a firefighter in New York City. I was one of the first responders. My body was crushed when the buildings fell. Our Queen found out about me, and some of her people contacted me in my hospital room, where I was counting down the days until someone would pull the fucking plug on me, you know?”
Tabitha nodded.
“I didn’t believe it at first. But hell, I’d seen the news. It’s all you can do if you’re stuck in bed, your existence a dance between pain you can’t handle, and filling yourself so full of drugs you can’t recognize your own child’s face. Well, it was hard. I’d lived for so many years like that.”
“Why didn’t you,” Tabitha got out, before stopping her question. “Pearl, I’m not usually so stick-my-foot-in-my-mouth, I’m sorry.”
Pearl was a lady who looked like she might be in her early thirties, maybe late twenties but the eyes threw Tabitha off. She reached over and patted Tabitha’s hand. Then Pearl leaned out of the booth and called out to someone behind Tabitha. “Hearts and minds, J.D., you know where the beer is, get it and don’t forget to charge yourself.” Pearl leaned back in before leaning back out. “Hell yes you should leave me a tip, you ungrateful bastard!”
Tabitha could hear the man laugh as he popped the top of a beer behind her somewhere.
Pearl came back to the conversation and Tabitha’s unanswered question. “Because my family members were never quitters. Maybe death had tried to squish my life back on nine-eleven. But that bony-motherfucker didn’t know who the hell he was messing with. I was already an obstinate bitch, but being with my brothers and sisters in the FDNY taught me a new measure of backbone, and we had a saying that we shortened to NS squared.”
“So, NS*NS?” Tabitha asked Pearl after a moment.
“That’s right, and we showed those terrorist sonsofbitches they can attack us right in the middle of New York, but we would rise up from those ashes madder than hell and ready to kick their asses back past the Stone Age.”
Tabitha smiled. THAT right there! Right where that lady had been was the strength, the core, of Bethany Anne’s Empire.
“What’s it mean?” Tabitha asked.
“I’ll get back to that in a second,” Pearl said. “I want to finish up my story before J.D. drinks too many and I lose count. He’s a sweetheart, but damned if he doesn’t forget shit.”
Tabitha turned and leaned out of the booth as Pearl commented from behind her, “The guy with the black hair, that’s J.D., he’s my husband.”
Tabitha turned back to Pearl, a question on her face. “Oh, I could emigrate no problem, cause of my service, but when they asked me about my spouse and realized he was one of the best city operations people in New York? God, I was never so proud of a man than that day as I was for my husband.”
Pearl leaned forward and whispered, “You realize how much shit men and women like him put up with? God, no one appreciates what it takes to run a big city. Twenty-two years of his life and all he had were certificates on his wall, some yellowed with age. When we accepted the opportunity to immigrate, J.D. had a connection to Meredith for his job right away. That EI is freakishly smart, but it also learns from experience.”
“Meredith works with your husband?” Tabitha asked.
“Oh, all the time. J.D. is in working heaven. Meredith has multiple cameras in here to talk with J.D. and J.D. can work from the bar for the rest of his life. Beer doesn’t make him fat, and he won’t get drunk if he drinks in moderation. Now, he’s an important and recognized part of the first human city in space.”
Pearl clasped her hands in front of herself. “I know you’ve probably seen her often, but I’ll tell you this. When the Queen came to our home a week and a half ago, to check on him and me and to confirm some solutions to minor issues?” Pearl smiled. “Well, I owe that woman the rest of my life, for doing that for J.D.”
Tabitha stared at Pearl for a moment. Bethany Anne?
Yes?
Did you meet with a Pearl and …
J.D., yes, last week. Meredith couldn’t explain something in a way I could understand. So, I took Eric and Ashur and went and talked with them. Sometimes, Meredith can’t express why humans act a certai
n way. It’s why you need people who know, not just data. Data lies in extraordinarily accurate ways.
Okay, thanks.
No problem, bye.
“Pearl,” Tabitha smiled. “Bethany Anne didn’t do that for J.D.”
“What?” It was Pearl’s turn to be confused.
“I checked with her, she didn’t come by to just be nice and pat your husband on the back. She needed J.D.’s human way of explaining something that Meredith, with all of her data, couldn’t.”
Pearl paused a second. “So, she needed to come by my house, to talk with J.D.?”
Tabitha nodded. “You might be surprised about how much Bethany Anne is willing to do, but to randomly check on someone? She doesn’t have the time. If she heard something, she might. But if no one said anything, she wouldn’t know to go touch base with your husband. No, you need to understand that J.D. got a visit from the Queen because the Queen needed J.D.’s explanation.”
Pearl wiped a tear from her face, and Tabitha leaned forward over the table. “What’s wrong?”
“I was a firefighter, Sweetie,” Pearl said. “A woman in a man’s world ain’t easy, but if you kick ass and take names? Well, the good guys don’t give a shit what your tackle is, and my guys were the best.” She nodded down the row of booths toward her husband. “In his profession, it’s all politics and crap. When the Queen herself showed up, it proved to J.D. that at least he was appreciated. Now, when he finds out the Queen not only needed his help but sought him out special because she needed something from him?” Pearl smiled. “That will make his other twenty-two years all worth it.”
Tabitha reached out and put her hand on Pearl’s. “That’s what makes her special, and you.”
Pearl looked up. “Me?”
“Yeah, you.” Tabitha agreed. “I’m just another person Bethany Anne saved a long time ago. My life is better because she came blazing through it like a meteor streaking through the sky. Now, she touched your life a week and a half ago. You know what? I needed you to be here for me today so I could ground myself again. And here you are. I may wish you never went through the pain that you did after the towers collapsed, but I can tell you I have one new friend now, one I’m really proud to have.”
Pearl smiled. “Me? Honey, I’m not anyone special…”
Tabitha lifted her hand and cut her off. She reached into her jacket and pulled out her tablet. Pearl watched Tabitha with curiosity. “Achronyx?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know where I am?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the name of this place?” Tabitha asked, raising an eyebrow to Pearl who blushed and looked away.
Her EI’s voice came back immediately, “Tabitha, the bar you are in is named NS Squared.”
“And what does that stand for?” Tabitha pressed.
Pearl spoke aloud at the same time as Achronyx answered.
“Never Submit, Never Surrender.”
19
QBBS Meredith Reynolds, Arti-sun Engineering Group
Bethany Anne, Ashur, and Matrix stepped into the smaller engineering room and looked around. Marcus, William, and Bobcat were at the controls used at the same time she helped them start up this wicked beast using Etheric energy to help build the suns inside the Meredith.
So far, there had not been one hiccup outside of normal operating parameters.
Scott had stayed outside the room once he checked out those inside. Team BMW and two other engineers that had been cleared earlier. It helped that Bethany Anne, surprising every damn person so far, had continued to wear her armor.
Twice she had simply grabbed Scott’s arm and next thing he knew, they were inside Jean’s department. It had happened twice with Darryl, once with Eric and three times with John.
By now, no one in Jean’s R & D group even flinched when the Queen just popped in. Those responsible for the armor would come over and start speaking with her, as she explained what she wanted changed, how it needed to bend in certain places and suggestions on how to make it better.
At least, better for her. A few times, those changes made it to the guys, and they had to go back and explain why a change for Bethany Anne’s endowed body didn’t work with their man-chests or fiddly bits. Fortunately, they were normally easy enough adjustments for the manufacturing machines and within forty-eight hours, all was good.
“Boys,” Bethany Anne called out as she reached down and picked up Matrix.
“Hey Matrix,” Bobcat reached out to pet the young dog, “how’s TOM?”
“Did you realize that quasars could conceivably be used as a power source?” Matrix asked Bobcat.
“Uh, huh,” Bobcat replied.
“And that we could grab energy outside of the reach of the quasar by using something similar to what electrical experts use for expanding and collapsing magnetic fields now to move power through the air,” the puppy continued before Bobcat put up a hand.
“Matrix,” Bobcat interrupted. “Slow your horses down just a bit, what’s a quasar?”
Matrix’s tail stopped wagging, and he cocked his little German Shepherd head. “Bobcat, what does Yelena see in you?”
The whole room erupted with laughter. Even Bobcat chuckled as he kept scratching the puppy, who had started wagging his tail again. “She sees a man willing to accept her exactly like she is, not trying to change her, who also enjoys the simple things life has to offer. Which, at this moment, means beer, not massive and extremely remote celestial objects that emit incredible amounts of energy.”
Matrix’s tail started thumping against Bethany Anne, he was so excited. “You DO know what a quasar is!”
“Hold onto your tail, before it comes flying off,” Bobcat said. “Just because I know the definition of a quasar doesn’t mean I can hold a conversation.”
Matrix tilted his head at Bobcat. “TOM says you’re right, that I need to come back and talk to Marcus later, that everyone is going to be annoyed with me otherwise.”
Bethany Anne put Matrix back on the ground. “Go outside and stand guard with Scott. You aren’t ready to go into the Etheric with Dad right now, munchkin.”
Matrix started walking towards the door. “I never get to do the cool Etheric projects.” Scott opened the door, and the puppy stepped outside.
“Wow, they grow up so fast.” William smiled at Ashur.
“Wait, how is Matrix talking so well?” Marcus asked.
“TOM,” Bethany Anne said, “has done something for Matrix that allows a better interface between his thoughts and the conversion to language than what we’re using. If it continues to work like TOM promises, we’ll upgrade the rest of the dogs.”
“Fabulous,” Bobcat scratched under his chin. “I hope they’ve all left home by then.”
“There’s always the chance for a new litter,” Bethany Anne smirked at him, knowing that he spent a lot of time in Yelena’s quarters.
Ashur barked in the negative.
Bethany Anne rested her hand on his head. “Okay, guys. I got a general idea. You want to use the Arti-sun for a type of death ray, right?”
William smiled, Bobcat snickered, and Marcus winced. “Do you have to call it a death ray?” Marcus asked her.
“Well, what’s it going to be?” she asked.
“How about a Light Amplified Narrowly Focused Agitation Beam?”
“LANFAB?” she shook her head. “No fucking way. That sounds horrible.”
“Told you.” William clapped his friend on his back.
“Well, can we call it something besides death ray?” Marcus asked, just a hint of a whine in his voice.
“Sure, The Killer-Diller, Fuck-Em-Up Laser and my personal favorite, the ESD Beam.” Bethany Anne replied.
Marcus looked at her, pain on his face. “Do I even want to know what the ESD Beam stands for? At the moment, in my ignorance, it seems the most plausible of the three.”
“Probably not,” Bethany Anne answered her scientist.
Marcus shrugged and decid
ed to just go with it. “Okay, ESD Beam it is. So, we think if you helped us test it out, we’d have a chance to use it in the upcoming battle.”
“First,” Bethany Anne put up a finger, “what will it do to the inside of the Meredith Reynolds?”
Bobcat answered her, “Take the energy down to sixty-five percent for approximately seven seconds. Not nearly enough to harm anything. Out in the fields, it will be as if a storm cloud went over. Nothing will affect the inside structures. No energy will be going into the backup reservoirs during that time.”
“Chances the energy is hurting the Etheric?” she asked.
None. TOM answered at the same time Marcus answered ‘None’ as well.
“Chance it will fail?” she asked.
“Theoretically?” Marcus said. “Perhaps a little less than two percent for something catastrophic.”
Bethany Anne looked at her scientist, then breathed in and out three times. By the third time, all of the people in the office were starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Are you telling me,” she asked, “that if we fire this weapon, it has a one in fifty chance of doing something BAD?”
“Well, if you define bad as anything other than what we were expecting then yes,” Marcus said. “We’ve been through all of the computer simulations and most show less than a percentage chance. I figured you’d want the answer that seemed the worst of the lot.”
“Marcus, you’re playing numbers again,” she snapped. “Stop playing with the fucking numbers and tell me why you want to test this,” she waved back at the room that pulled energy from the Etheric into the Arti-sun system. “ESD Beam?”
“Science?” He smiled.
“I’m going to shove science right up your ass,” she said, “if you don’t give me my answer.”
“It’s a Death Star beam,” Bobcat shrugged.
>>The request is from Reynolds.<<
Bethany Anne eyed each of her people. “Any particular reason you’re trying to hide that Reynolds wants this done?”
“Uh,” Bobcat shrugged. “Megalomaniacal EI concerns,” he answered.
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