[M][Earth] Of the People

[Victoria]

Victoria spent two days working like a civilian. She had started off her first day doing filing, and then errands, until finally coffee runs. It was, if anything, boring. If this had been her job for seven years she would have gone insane. All of her undercover work paid off, by the third day she had finished scoping out the building and finding out every detail she needed on her target. This branch of Capsul Corp was run by a big shot named Carter Martin. The owners of Capsul Corp didn't push papers or preside over buildings, that was a job for people like Carter. Victoria knew his car, his routine, every bit of info given from the hacker, Simone's, digging.

“Here's your coffee,” she said with a bright smile to the young male sitting in a cubicle. This floor was seven levels below the top floor where her would-be boss spent his time. It had been with particular care, and skill, that the hunter had played her part. At every opportunity over the last three days she had run into him, stayed late, and blushed like a school girl in his presence. It was with her trained eyes that she saw his interest in her body; most men did.

Cherry blossom and ebony hair swayed against the middle of her back. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before sliding a piece of paper onto the glass of the photocopier. “You're the new girl, aren't you?” a man asked, leaning against the counter where a myriad of papers lay strewn.

“Tori,” she offered her hand to him.

The man grasped her hand and smiled as he shook it. “Johnathan.”

“I didn't think Capsul Corp would be so...” she trailed off and pursed her lips.

“Boring?”

“I wouldn't say boring, it's just not what I expected,” she said with a shy smile and snatched the copied files from the holder. “I thought that this place developed cool items and all that sort of stuff.”

“It does, but every business needs its paperwork done and customers dealt with. That's what we do here,” he replied and adjusted the navy tie around his neck. Johnathan was blond of hair and tall, no more than thirty if she had to guess. His smile was dazzling.

“What do you do?” the girl asked and held the folder of documents to her chest.

“I do online sales, I'm just on my break right now.”

“Online? I didn't know that we did that here.”

“Capsul Corp is the biggest company across the planets. There's probably a lot of things you don't know, but, stick to what you know and make your way to the top like me and you'll learn a thing or two,” the male winked subtly.

“I'll be sure to do that,” Victoria nodded curtly and grinned. “I have to deliver these files, thanks for the chat.”

The youth turned to walk away, her footsteps quick and her arms crossed against her torso with the folder. She could see it in his eyes, and it had no doubt been on the tip of his tongue, her coworker had wanted to ask her on a date or the like. Victoria shook her head to herself and turned around the corner. Tonight would be the night. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Being around all these people...with their suits and their dispositions, had her unnerved. It only made things worse. Once she had thought she saw him from behind...An aching reminder; Roy was still dead.

- -

Thump, thump, thump!

“Come in.”

The door opened and Victoria stood within the space, doe eyes bright and wide, hands clasped together around a large coffee from the shop across the street. It was hot in her hands but she ignored the burn. “I saw that you were still here, you work late a lot, don't you?” she said with her melodic voice. It carried across the office. His desk was large and wooden, residing in the middle where a span of glass windows lined the wall behind him. There was a seating area to the right of her, a mini-bar with glinting bottles of booze. The light was soft in the room, and a bright lamp illuminated his work space.

Carter was in his late forties, tall and slim and clean shaven with silver hair to show his years. His eyes were a pale blue, much more pale than her own hues. Everything about his face was calm, peaceful, a man that could be trusted. It could have been a facade, but the girl didn't care. Her face was a lie. She let a blush form on her cheeks, and her eyes linger to the floor. Hands stretched out with her offering of the hot beverage. “I brought you a coffee, didn't seem right to get everyone a coffee and not you.”

It was well into the evening, past seven. Her boss leaned back in his chair with his brows raised. “What a nice surprise, I didn't expect it.”

Victoria bit her bottom lip and closed the door behind her. With silent steps she walked toward his desk, rounded it, and handed him the coffee. Carter offered her a thankful smile and sipped it, before releasing a pleasant hum; he approved.

“It must be hard,” she said, and leaned against his desk. Once she had seen Olivia do this, while Jeremy sat in his chair. The girl crossed one leg over the other. She wore a dark skirt that passed over her knees, her slender smooth legs gently caressed by the ambiance.

“Sorry?” Carter dragged his gaze up from her legs, his gaze having lingered from the corners of his eyes.

“Running such a big place on your own. Do you have an assistant?” she asked with a saccharine smile.

“I do, but I don't make him stay this late. Sometimes the work overflows and I have to catch up on paperwork.” He looked down at the papers on his desk, everything neat and in place, so much more organized that her own bosses' desk.

All things considered, Victoria had this mission in the bag. Not only had she gotten into the place under a new identity, but she had fooled the boss into thinking she was not a threat. “Don't you ever get scared, I mean, that someone might...hurt you at this time of night?” she whispered, a dainty hand lifting her knuckles to her lips in mock freight. “This city has been awfully dangerous lately.”

“Scared?” Carter tossed her a light smile and set his coffee down on the desk. “That's what the security is for, I'm well protected, given how important my position is.”

“Mr. Martin, what if the security were out of commission?” she replied with a frown and in one fluid motion she slipped into his lap, straddling his thighs, and pressing her hands to either side of his head against the chair. “What would you do? There's no cameras in here, no personal body guards,” with each word she pressed her face closer to his surprised mug, and then lowered her voice to a whisper, “and you don't have a gun in your desk.”

“W-what are you doing?” the older man stammered and lifted his hands to her wrists, but Victoria didn't budge. No matter how much pressure he might have applied, her strength was unmatched.

“Your security is weak,” she said, confidence in her voice. The telltale sign of a smirk tugged at one side of her mouth. “I've learned so much about you, and about this organization, it was so very easy.” The girl tilted her head to one side, and her skin began to glow with a soft pink light, almost undetected. “With all that I know now, there's very little that could stop me from ruining everything you've worked for. Look at you, you're weak, not even the technology processed by this company could save you from me. I could kill you right now,” she spoke smoothly, lifting one hand quickly, faux gun forming to press the tips of two fingers against his temple.

“What do you want?” his voice was strained, sweat forming on his brow. “Is it money? I can get you money.”

“Mr. Carter, I don't need money,” Victoria replied with a small smile and pulled her hand away. “I need you to fear me. You see, I wouldn't even have to kill you. I could ruin your life and make you miserable. Imagine what the population would think if I had this scandalous situation recorded and mailed off. All your hard work down the drain...” she murmured, and her lips neared the trembling male's mouth. “But that's not what I'm going to do.” Victoria pulled back and with both hands she grabbed his gold tie, tugging threateningly. “You're going to pay close attention to what I have to say, alright?”

Carter nodded frantically, causing the hunter to let go of his tie and set her hands to his cheeks. Fear was in his eyes now. The security team, which he would soon find out, had all been knocked unconscious. She had been right, there was no gun in his desk, and no cameras in his office. The businessman was fucked.

“Right now I'm poisoning you, and I'm sure you can feel yourself getting weak. I can kill you, and I will kill you, unless you do what I say. Now, if you do anything stupid, I'll do as I said, and ruin your life...much worse than death. All I want you to do is give your full and complete support to the Earth’s Combined Militia. This support would encompass all of Capsul Corp, so do a good job of convincing them to aid in the cause. I know just how influential you can be, I know everything about you, even your family.”

That word made the man tense, which resulted in Victoria smiling even wider on his lap. She removed her hands from his face and procured a card from her breast pocket, sliding it into the pocket within his suit jacket before patting down the fabric. “Call that number once you're ready, I'll be watching you very, very closely. I'd advise against getting the police involved,” the girl whispered and leaned close against him, her body flush against his torso. “They won't give a fuck,” her breath mingled with his and she closed her lips against his, the venomous ki soaking into his body and breaking him down completely. Unlike Jeremy, to whom she had only ever done this to, the man passed out quickly against his chair. Victoria felt only mildly disappointed.

“Too easy,” she murmured and slid off of his lap, grabbing the coffee from the desk and walking away. Even if he did call the cops they would find nothing. Victoria had no fingerprints, her DNA would never garner a match, she was a ghost in the system. She liked it that way.

“It's done,” she said, sipping the coffee, cell phone to her ear. She had long since discarded the glasses into a garbage bin. The girl walked along the street with confidence. A warm night breeze plucked at her hair. With luck their plans would go without a hitch; Victoria needed the distractions.