OIC (28)
MegaZone23
"You're wondering who I am/Machine or mannequin/With
parts made in Japan/I am the Modern Man!"
--Styx
The Vixen was waiting for ReRob. She caught him totally
unprepared, on his own turf. Then again, that's her
specialty. He had barely closed the door when she had him
pinned up against it by the shoulders. "How's biz?
Everything's sub-zero, I hope..." She was looking at him as
if she had something extremely interesting on her mind.
"Yeah, sub-zero, what's on your mind, Vix?"
"You know, I'm not sure why, but you just seem...
incredibly cute. Those big blue eyes..."
"Brown eyes."
"Those big brown eyes just invite me to come inside."
She gently but very forcibly laid him out on his bunk.
"Vix, if you haven't noticed, I'm already married..."
He squirmed in an attempt to extricate himself from the
compromising position. His unofficial wrestling training
rendered him nigh-unpinnable. The "nigh" came into effect
here, and he aborted his escape attempt. He put his hands
over her ears in an attempt to physically push her away--
--Until he felt the metal slabs behind her ear. It
seemed like interface plugs of some form. He froze.
"Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind, Vixen? Have you
sold your soul?"
Vixen turned her voice and blood to ice in the split-
second it takes a computer to reconfigure to pre-set
standards. She lifted her right hand from his shoulder just
long enough to take her full dress stiletto and firmly plant
it into ReRob's throat.
Of course, I'll need to step up my time scale a little
bit. But I have ReRob's terminal right here, and his hand is
still warm... She slid ReRob's thumb across the security
plate on the terminal and started gweeping away.