I don't have the patience for this right now.
"What are you, some kind of fuckin' idiot? Nobody at this level in this business gives a fuck about money, so don't ever ask me some stupid shit like that ever again, especially not when I'm tryin' to give a fuckin' briefing here you little cunt. Evelyn, slap this dumb shit for me, and do it again even harder if he opens his mouth one more time."
Evelyn does so with a smirk, and the kid is trying to apologize so she knocks him again until finally he gets it. This isn't a fucking game, and then suddenly he knows it. He's got that look of fear in his eyes all of the sudden now, like his intuition finally turned on and he's seen his own future. He probably asked for this job from some low-tier alley ring thinking he'd come up and get a promotion. Right now, this cock-in-hand scrub knows he's going to wash-out of his career in the Syndicate by the end of the day. I'm still going over the operation on paper and he's already making mistakes, asking the really dumb questions like, "why don't we just hack in remotely and steal numbers." Backwards thinking like that is a character flaw that meant I would look for the most opportune time to arrange an accident during the heist. Chasing money in a semi post-scarcity economy only made sense if you were an ordinary civilian work dog. When the masters say mush, you hit the harness - drag the sled till you drop. But me and my gang are enlightened criminal scum. We all know money is just another law to be bent until it breaks. You can't steal what people don't own.
I trace my fingertip along a red laser superimposed over a three-dimensional diagram of a corporate holding. The line of light indicates a path of entry into the building, and it leads straight down almost a mile, following an elevator shaft that opens into a vault. The vault room is heavily guarded by all kinds of post-tech that would make a job like this off the table for any other team, but my team is special - because of me. I make it special, because I can teleport right past all that shit and bring one or two passengers with me.
"Alright, back to business. So, here's the plan. There's only one physical terminal with access to the mainframe and it's inside the center of the building, here. Evelyn, once I'm inside the vault with Atrius the alarm will go off and the building will enter total lockdown. Security will be deployed immediately and every single portal from here to the surface gets soft-sealed. Atrius needs at least five minutes to deck in and cut the black, download the goodies, and break the seal on the lift, so as soon as you hear the alarm, start your dive. Lars, you'll be at the dustoff with the van exactly 92 seconds after that and we all go home and get laid. Nothing special about this job, 'shit's as routine as ham-and-cheddar. We've all done this dozens of times now, so I don't want to see any jitters tomorrow."
First I look at Lars, because that last sentence is a lie and aimed directly at him. He's the rook I'm being assigned to train, and this is his first real heist. I know he's going to fuck up, so I've got something special planned that I haven't mentioned yet. Then, I look at Evelyn and Atrius. I can't tell if Atrius is paying attention, but I'm not worried about it. Atrius is one of the best cyber warfare operatives I've ever seen. Ex-Indaris Navy Special Intelligence Forces, a goddamn rock-hammer, never failed a single op - a perfect record. Normally everyone botches a mission at some point, but this guy was unbroken, a master decker. I'd set aside 6 minutes and thirteen seconds for him to cut through the corporate grid ice, but I suspected it wouldn't even take him three. Evelyn was from the same stock, ex-special intelligence, but she was a spider. Her specialization was remote operations, drones, robots - basically she could make any kind of machine hooked up to a network her bitch. I needed her to be there with the knife to side-track the AI assault team that would boot and come running the second we tasted the honey. Our newest member, some kid named Lars, bought his way into this job with a bribe. He was completely useless, so I gave him the most important job of all, waiting in orbit with the dropship to come pick us up. All he needed to do was drop the shuttle down to the rooftop of the building within a thirty-second window of opportunity. Too early and local planetary response would ground him. Too late and local planetary response would ground us. So I told him, "don't forget kid, the early bird gets the worm."
No backtalk, not even a smile, just a curt nod this time. Good, you stupid fuck.
"Yo, Evelyn." I incline my head toward the portal out and she follows me into the starship corridor.
"Yeah, boss?" She asks with that sexy look. It's the night before a mission, she's excited, and I'm a TK, so we both know what's going to happen an hour from now. In fact, she wants it even more than me. As far as I'm concerned, all women are sluts, but this one especially. Though, I can't really blame her when the guy she's going down on can get her to cum just by thinking about it.
"Fuck you, I'm not your boss," I shoot back while lighting a cigarette. "I need to talk to you about something."
Evelyn leans back against the wall opposite. Now she's fucking with me, splaying her hands to the side, fingers spread against the surface, one foot tucked up next to her other knee, trying to look desperate. She's not taking me seriously right now, but that's fine. She'll hear what I'm about to say and then we can both get what we want. "Have the second shuttle remote prepped and ready for us to take off before Lars gets there. I don't like him," I tell her. Evelyn pushes off and floats over to me, pressing her tits up against my chest while she cups her hands over my shoulders and squeezes. "You didn't like the last three," she whispers into my ear while making out with it. I'm not going to argue and she won't disobey, because I can tell she doesn't like the kid either, so I let it drop.
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In the warm, moist darkness of the room her mouth feels amazing. What she does with her tongue I can't even describe with words, so I describe it with my moans instead. Loud dubstep music washes out the sounds the two of us are making so nobody else needs to know about it. My eyes are shut but I can see the dull strobing and flicker of the room's built-in mini-rave armature turning the place into a small disco. Deprived of sight my other senses feel so much more exhilarating. The smell of her sex turns me on, mixed with whatever erotic perfume she's wearing for the occasion to be whorish on purpose. Everything gets amplified by the designer drugs I'm on at the moment, some new shit called "vortex". It's like being shitfaced drunk and on black-tar heroine without the lethal hangover and it feels so fucking incredible I'm already about to cum, but it's too early for that just yet.
I reach down with my real hands and push on her shoulders to get her to stop for a second, and with half-a-dozen invisible hands I lift her to the nearby bed and start molesting her entire body. This is the amazing thing that she wants, and that only I can give her. For one nihilistic moment I just stand there and watch this gorgeous piece of filth writhe on top of my bed as I psychically induce her to climax by mentally fisting her dripping wet cunt. She makes yet another mess within minutes, and I decide now she's had enough foreplay. Continuing to caress her body with my imagination, I get out the good stuff - top-grade imported cocaine manufactured by the best Syndicate franchise drug-lords. This latest generation of crop is called "stardust" - I take out a vial and crawl on top of Evelyn's sweaty naked body with it, twisting off the cap and dumping half of it all over her tits as I start laughing.
I fucking love my life. I love what I do. I love drugs, and sex, and power. As a member of the Syndicate, I get all that and the promise that it never ends, it only gets better and better. I can't even imagine how dull and empty my shitty life was before, working in labs, researching fake garbage for middling prefab businesses playing off stocks. I don't even want to think about what it must've been like for Evelyn being a soldier bitch for the Hegemony military, no rights and no freedoms at all. Fuck all that shit. Right now some asshole is out there risking his life in a war that ultimately means absolutely nothing to the rest of us, except that people like me and this naked girl underneath me get to fuck like bunnies and get high off chemicals that don't even exist outside of a private market. And that might be the greatest feeling of all - the exclusivity of this life. A specifically decadent never-ending reward for the promised few.
I guess the rest of you sorry motherfuckers are all just shit out of luck.
