"So here you are."
Ingrid glanced up from her desk, setting down her pen as she gauged
the solemn expression on her employer's face. Despite herself, a look
of
consternation flitted into her dark blue eyes and she rested her chin
in
her hands.
"Where else would I be?" She asked evenly. "This is my office."
"We'll see about that, after we've had a little chat." Rory dropped
down into the seat opposite, holding her gaze as he did so. "Minx, I
have
always trusted you to speak plainly to me in the past, even if you do
not
speak plainly to other people. I have trusted in you and I brought you
into my project when Rebel Records was created. I did not have to do
that,
but you were an old ally and I felt that I would be better served
around
friends than strangers. Was I wrong?"
"What are you talking about, Riot?" Ingrid raised an eyebrow. "Me
taking
contracts from other people instead of yours?"
"No." Rory shook his head. "And enough games. "This week, someone tried
to kill me. And, though I have done my best to find evidence to the
contrary,
that person appears to have got into Rebel Records with some help. She
mentioned your name before - thankfully - we were interrupted and she
was
forced to flee. Oddly, the security tapes for that day have been wiped
clean. Again - this suggests to me an accomplice. And again, it was you
she spoke of."
Ingrid whitened, then shook her head.
"I would never try to kill you." She said quietly. "You should know
that."
"At the moment, I don't know anything." Rory admitted. "Sophie has
said to me that she can't believe you capable of anything like this,
and
I want to agree with her - but I'm not sure that she always sees as
deeply
as I do and we have been friends since before Sophie was with us. I
know
you can be devious and I know you can lie. I just never thought you'd
do
so to me."
"So you think I wanted you dead?" Ingrid asked. "Riot, please, see
sense! Yes, you frustrate me - lately you frustrate me a lot. But
murder?
That is beyond me. I am a Stinger, just as you are. It's a line I would
not cross."
"From the little I've been able to find out, the assassin was
electronically
projected - a creation of Techrat's." Riot rested his arms on the desk.
"You are the only person I know who can contact that man - you have to
admit that it does not look good."
"Even I can't find him at the moment." Ingrid bit her lip. "Listen,
Rory. I admit I spoke to Techrat. Ranted to him. Complained that you
were
not listening to me or respecting my position in this company - which
is
all true, as you should well know. I did not ask him to build any kind
of contraption or program it to end your life. But he's strange in the
head and Rapture used to say he was more than half in love with me. If
he went off on a tangent of his own to attack you, then I can't be held
responsible."
Rory eyed her long and hard for a moment, then he pursed his lips.
"So now I have to wonder what to do about it." He said contemplatively.
"You have broken my trust, Minx. Whatever you did or didn't plan to do,
your behaviour has not been acceptable. Sophie has begged me to forgive
you - to keep you here in the company hierarchy because she is
convinced
there has been a misunderstanding. You may thank her for the fact
you're
not taking the first plane back to Berlin this evening."
Ingrid swallowed hard, twisting her fingers together.
"But I do not like insurrection within my company." Rory continued.
"Misfits Music is the enemy, and we do not fight each other. It is what
made the Stingers stronger than either the Holograms or the Misfits,
back
when it counted most. We always had unity. We never turned on one
another."
"So what do you think you've done to me?" Finally Ingrid's temper broke
free and she glared at him, banging her hands down on the desk. "I have
worked for you and for Rebel Records constantly and loyally for fifteen
years. Yes, I take work on the side, but you know I have always put
this
company first. Of late you have begun to take that for granted. You
assume
I will always be at your beck and call! Well, I am a songwriter and I
do
not wish to be employed by a faceless executive. I want my friend back
- I want his understanding back. I want to feel that my music is worth
more to him than dollars and competition. That is what the Stingers
were
created for, after all. We never had money then - but we had each other
and we had our sound. That's what drove us to America and that's what
made
us stars. Yet you cannot even be bothered to tell me that you needed my
help on your compilation and so I was driven to take another contract.
If you do not speak to me, I cannot know what you want me to do. And if
you do not respect me, then why am I even working here anyway? I am a
good
songwriter, Riot. One of the best in this city and you know it. Do you
want me writing for your company or don't you? Because yes, I might
have
complained to Techrat about your behaviour, and I might have broken
Stinger
trust by doing so, but you broke my trust in you when you started
treating
me as you treat everyone else - as part of the company's furniture."
She frowned, taking in his expression.
"If I so wanted, I could find another company willing to handle my
paperwork." She concluded. "But I want to work here - that is what I
have
always wanted to do. I had nothing to do with your electronic assassin,
Riot - but I will not pretend to be happy. I am worth more to Rebel
Records
than that - and you have let too many people be driven away by your
ego."
Rory was silent for a moment, digesting this. Then, at length, he
sighed.
"I did not know that I needed you for the compilation until I told
you I did." He said quietly. "And this is still my company, Minx. Don't
forget that."
"Which is fine." Ingrid shrugged her shoulders. "But if I have no
communication
from you and I choose to take another project instead, don't expect me
to drop it at the last second. I will not do it."
Rory glanced up at the clock over her desk, then got to his feet.
"I have a meeting." He said, then, as an afterthought, "Which you are
welcome to attend, if you want, but it will probably bore you. It bores
me."
A mixture of relief and amusement crossed Ingrid's face at this.
"Perhaps I will." She agreed, pushing her papers aside and getting
to her feet. "After all, maybe it is time I see what it is you fat cat
executives do all day!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Hi, Steffi."
Stefana blinked, opening her eyes as she brought her visitor into
focus.
A slight smile touched her lips as she recognised Aaron, and she
struggled
to pull herself into a more upright position on her pillows.
"Hi yourself." She returned, a little of her usual sparkle in her green
eyes. "I didn't know you were the type to flitter round hospital
bedsides."
"Well, this is a special case." Aaron cast her a grin, sitting down
in the chair beside the bed. "I felt I owed it to you - and I wanted to
be sure you weren't worse hurt than McMillan thought you were at the
school.
You were out cold the last time I saw you - I guess I was worried about
you."
"Well, my skull's pretty thick." Stefana reached up absently to touch
the big purplish bruise across her brow, wincing as she did so. "I'm
just
bruised and concussed. Nothing worse, but they want to keep me in
overnight
just to make sure that I don't develop any complications. Apparently
it's
important, since I blacked out."
She pulled a face.
"Honestly, I'd rather just go home and I'd have told the doctors I
didn't. Unfortunately, Darren told them I did, and they're believing
him."
"He is right."
"Yes, I know. But I hate hospitals."
Stefana sighed, making herself more comfortable. "And I'm sorry that
he was there. I don't know what he saw, and they haven't let him see me
yet, but I know I'm going to get a drilling. I'm not sure my brain is
up
to any quick-thinking at the moment."
"I wish I could help." Aaron pursed his lips. "But since I didn't see
what happened, I'm a bit at a loss."
"I'm not sure I saw it, either." Stefana admitted. She shivered. "The
last thing I remember was her pointing to this mess of ash on the floor
and saying it was Techrat. Then nothing till I woke up here. I know she
took the disk from me...I guess she must've run it after she clocked me
out for the count."
"She did." Aaron eyed her keenly. "We were worried when she disappeared
from the Drive Through. We realised she must have detected you - and
neither
Copper nor I knew how close you were to getting in there. You took your
time."
"Well, I had company." Stefana rolled her eyes. "I thought I'd managed
to lose him, but I guess not."
"He probably saved your life, you know." Aaron mused. "Athena didn't
blow up - she's still in one piece, more or less - but there was a lot
of smoke in there and if he hadn't pulled you out..."
"Yeah, I know." Stefana sighed. "The doctors told me he effected some
kind of rescue. I hate it, because he has something over me now. But I
suppose I'm grateful, too."
She looked rueful.
"Luca and Mari have been here. I've told them I don't remember what
happened, and I'm going to tell anyone else the same thing." She added.
"They're going to ask me a whole ton of questions, but I think it's
better
that they don't know what we've been up to. It's safe now, after all. I
mean, if it worked and Cynthia's virus got Athena..."
She frowned, as something occured to her.
"Aaron?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Aaron nodded. "What's up?"
"Aaron, about Cynthia." Stefana faltered, then, "Did she...? I mean..."
Aaron frowned.
"She bought you as much time as she could manage." He said slowly.
"But her power cells were totalled by the amount of energy she used.
She
had to fool Athena, and it took everything that she had to do it. It
was
too much for her in the end."
"Oh." Stefana was silent for a moment. Then she raised her gaze to
Aaron's, tears in her eyes.
"It's dumb and all, because she was just a computer." She murmured.
"And I didn't like her all that much to begin with. But this last week,
well, she's seemed more real to me than she ever has before. I
guess...I
guess she seemed so perfect and superior, playing at being human as if
it was all a joke to her. But...she had problems - like I did - and
they
scared her as much as mine scared me. She was pretty brave, too - going
up against it with Athena. I...I guess I'm sorry."
"You were pretty brave also." Aaron agreed. He hesitated, then,
"If I tell you something, Stef, can you keep your mouth shut?"
"Another secret?" Stefana looked surprised. "Hell, why not? I already
have a whole library of those - one more won't hurt."
"I kind of..." Aaron paused again, then a sheepish expression crossed
his face.
"When the EMTs were arriving, and Copper and Darren were making sure
you got safely to hospital, I went into the school looking for Athena."
He said slowly. "I wanted to make sure she was really out for the count
- that what we'd planned had really worked."
"Dangerous much?" Stefana looked startled. "If she hadn't been..."
"I know, but I guess I was pretty mad at her right then." Aaron nodded.
"I've always been a bit impulsive - so I just, well, kinda did it.
She'd
effectively killed Cynthia and knocked you for six. I wanted to be sure
it was worth it."
"So?" Stefana looked curious. "Was it?"
"Oh, definitely." Aaron agreed. "It was pretty smoky in there, Stef,
but the computer was definitely history. Her projectors had blown and
her
monitor couldn't even get a signal. Almost scary, really, how potent
Cyn's
virus must have been."
"She said she was basing it on the one Techrat designed for her."
Stefana
remembered. "Go on."
"Well, while I was in there, I...I kinda had a thought." Aaron glanced
down, twisting his hands together. "Copper is the only other one who
knows
what I did, Stef, so I'm trusting you."
"Just get to the point, huh?" Stefana scolded. "What did you do?"
"I...kinda unhooked Athena's power cells and, well, stowed them away
in the back of my car."
Aaron looked ashamed. "I know it was stealing, and I know it was
interfering
with a crime scene and that the FBI have been all over the joint. But,
well, they were there, and...and I couldn't not take them. I don't even
know yet if they work, or if they'd be remotely compatible with
Synergy.
But it's worth a shot, right? I mean, she deserves the chance."
Stefana stared at Aaron for a moment. Then she let out a peal of
laughter.
"I'm a bad influence on you." She decided, amused. "But no, you
couldn't
do anything else. And hey, I was just starting to like Cynthia and the
idea of sharing a secret like that with a friend."
"Well, it's still a long shot. Athena was thirty years younger and
more powerful t'boot." Aaron nodded. "And I can't tell for sure if the
virus affected the cells or not. But tonight I'm stopping over at the
Starlight
Mansion and I'm going to give it every shot I have. Just I'd rather the
Feds didn't know what I'd done. Particularly Alex. He's already kept
enough
secrets for us."
"I promise." Stefana wriggled down in her bed, closing her eyes as
she stifled a yawn. "Your secret is safe with me."
"I should go." Aaron frowned, glancing at his watch. "You're tired
and you probably need to rest. But I'm glad you're going to be okay."
"I am, don't worry about that." Stefana opened one eye, offering him
a smile. "Like I told you. Thick skull. I'll be great."
Aaron laughed.
"Okay. Then I'll come by tomorrow if you're still here - or your house
if you're not." He promised. Stefana nodded.
"Cool." She agreed. "Oh, and Aaron?"
"Mm?"
"If Cynthia is, well, feeling better - will you ask her to come see
me, too?"
"She might not be feeling better by tomorrow, Stef."
"Well, whenever she is." Stefana shrugged, closing her eye once more.
"I'm patient. I'd just like to talk to her."
"All right." Aaron nodded. "If it's possible, I'll make sure it
happens."
He stood.
"Sweet dreams, Steffi. And take care, all right?"
But Stefana was already half asleep, and, with a slight smile, Aaron
left the hospital sideward, making his way slowly back towards the main
entrance.
"Hey, it's Aaron, isn't it?"
Darren McMillan hailed him as he went and he paused, casting the
reporter
a wary grin.
"Yes. Aaron Pelligrini. And you're Darren McMillan."
"Too true." Darren nodded. "Stefana awake?"
"She was dozing off when I left her." Aaron shook his head. "I don't
know that they'll let you see her."
"I wasn't going to ask their permission." Darren looked amused. "I
need to speak to her."
"Well, she has a concussion." Aaron pointed out. "Maybe you should
let her sleep that off."
"And let her get all defensive on me again? No way." Darren shook his
head. "The shrew is better tackled when her guard is down."
He cast Aaron a wink, then was gone up the corridor towards the
sideward
where Stefana was. Aaron frowned, then shook his head.
"Stef knows how to handle that dude better than anyone else." He
murmured.
"She'll handle him. Somehow."
Meanwhile, Darren had reached Stefana's ward, knocking on the door
and
causing the girl to stir.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded crossly, glaring at him from
across the room. "I'm tired, my head is killing me and I'm trying to
sleep.
Is that too much to ask?"
"Since I saved your life, you could be a bit nicer to me." Darren
seemed
unperturbed by her attitude, dumping himself down in the visitor's
chair.
"And there's twenty minutes still till visiting is over, so I'm being
neighbourly.
Have to see how my favourite vixen is doing, after all."
"Bull." Stefana said bluntly. "You only ever come near me for one thing
- tabloid stories - and I'm getting sick of it."
"I'm getting sick of being lied to." Darren shrugged. "You weren't
in that neighbourhood to pay off a drug debt at all. Your tox screens
were
clean when they admitted you here and I've put out to every lowlife in
the area - noone's been selling you drugs in a long time. And I don't
think
it's a coincidence that you were at that school when I was - especially
considering that there was a big holographic mainframe in residence."
"Darren, I'm not feeling well." Stefana grimaced at him. "Can't this
wait?"
"Newspaper headlines don't wait for anyone. You dawdle and you get
scooped." Darren shrugged. "All you have to do is tell me what really
happened.
You do that and I'll keep your name out of it - you know that. But
something
big was going on at that school, and I want to know what."
"I wasn't involved in it." Stefana said tiredly. "I was only there
to deliver a disk. That's all."
"Mmm, and I don't believe you." Darren frowned. "Though what was on
that disk? She took it and the next thing I knew, she was blowing a
fuse
all over the place."
"It was a virus." Stefana said quietly. "You were the one who put us
onto all of this in the first place - the stolen computer parts, and
then
the hologram who accosted us in that restaurant. It's as if they wanted
me to notice it - and you to believe that Synergy was running again."
"I don't believe Synergy is running again." Darren shook his head.
"That's why I'm being so nice about your name not going in the story. I
believe what Cynthia said - that she was taken out, and that what I
printed
before was the truth. Which is good for you, because the Tribune
doesn't
like printing things that aren't the truth."
"I tried to tell you."
"Yes, you did, but I didn't know there was another holographic computer
in Los Angeles at the time."
"Nor did I, but I did some digging after things began to happen, and
I went to Cynthia for help." Stefana said quietly. "That's what you
interrupted
at lunch the other day. She was building that virus, to take the
computer
out once and for all. It tried to kill my boss, Darren, and it
threatened
to kill me. I wanted to stop it, before it succeeded."
"So who was behind that thing, then?" Darren pursed his lips. "The
name Techrat mean anything to you?"
"Where did you get that from?" Stefana looked surprised.
"A source." Darren shrugged. "Well?"
"He was an electronics obsessed crazy and I knew him once, a long time
ago." Stefana nodded. "It's the kind of thing he'd do - build a machine
like this one. But I don't know any more, Darren. And I'm tired, so let
it go, huh? I've told you everything and I'm sick of being harassed by
you for a story."
Darren eyed her keenly for a moment.
"Hey, it's not just about the story." He said with a grin. "I had to
make sure you were okay, too."
"Why would you care?" Stefana eyed him suspiciously.
"Well, who would I get to be roundly abusive in my face every time
we meet?" Darren asked. "You make life interesting, Stefana. The action
follows you around and I like action."
"So I'm a guaranteed scoop?"
"Work it out for yourself." Darren winked at her, then got to his feet.
"I gotta run. Deadline, and all that."
"Uh-huh." Stefana grimaced at him. "You are such a workaholic, you
know that?"
"Papers don't print themselves." Darren shrugged his shoulders. "Feel
better, Stefana. Can't be in on the action from a hospital bed."
"You wanna bet on that?" Despite herself, Stefana smiled. "And Darren?"
"Mm?" Darren paused, raising an eyebrow.
"It's Steffi."
"Ah-hah." Darren's expression broke into a broad smile, and he grinned
at her.
"I knew I'd crack you sooner or later."
He shrugged again. "But now I have to get to work. Don't do anything
I wouldn't do and I'm sure we'll run into each other again. Steffi."
"I have no doubt that you're right. Darren." Stefana cuddled down
beneath
her covers, closing her eyes firmly. "But for now my head's spinning
and
I'm sleeping, so get lost. All right? I've had more than enough of you
to last me a lifetime lately!"
JACQUI'S LEGACY: PART THREE
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