“God, I can’t believe they’re going to make me do this,” she muttered to herself, tidying her personal quarters with the precision expected of her and speed born of practice.
“You know, 452, talking to yourself is a sign of insanity.”
She found the source of that useless statement leaning in the doorway of her cell and sent him a glare that would melt ice.
“Alec,” she greeted, knowing the name would ruffle his feathers.
Alec cast a quick glance up and down the hallway before turning back to her with a scowl on his face. “Are you trying to get yourself thrown in solitary?”
Max laughed shortly. “I wish.”
“What’s got you so down?”
“They’re sending me on a short-term op,” she replied somewhat disbelievingly.
Alec smirked. “It appears that you owe me a thank you. Besides, I would think you’d be happy about that.”
“A thank you? You’re kidding me.”
“Well, yeah, I put in a good work for you with Renfro. You should really be more grateful for the favor, *Max*.”
“Did it never occur to you that I don’t *need* any favors from you? That maybe I don’t *want* to do Manticore’s bidding?” At Alec’s blank look Max shook her head. “Of course you didn’t; what was I thinking? Never mind.”
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