I moved up to his door. I was nervous as hell, despite my usually brazen tomboy nature. I had been in close to a hundred ship-to-ship battles and more than a few hand-to-hand or armed battles. But this was far worse than any of that.

I keyed in the security override on the lock outside the door to his quarters. I wasn’t supposed to know the code, of course, but I knew a lot of things I wasn’t supposed to. Or I had ways around not knowing the specifics. And it was absolutely essential that I catch him by surprise to keep my tactical advantage.

He was sitting on his bunk as I walked purposefully into the room. He looked shocked, then began to rise to his feet. I swung my first at his head, then remembered to open my hand up before it hit him, so that he just received a solid slap across the face. I couldn’t risk knocking him out with an actual punch.

He held his hand up to the cheek I had just slapped and looked even more surprised. It was all very predictable, even for someone without my abilities. “What the hell was that for?” He asked, surprise giving way to anger.

I pointed a finger at him accusingly. “That’s for fucking me when I was drunk that one time.” Then I turned to rummage through one of his drawers.

Surprise won out over anger at my last statement. “When did that ever happen?”

My hand closed around the cold glass of a bottle hidden under his dress uniform. I pulled it out before turning back to answer him.

“Um, about ten, maybe fifteen minutes from now, I think.” Then I twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long swig.

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