Exit Strategy (Tales Of The Citadel #58)
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Yna smiled as she slowly moved through the crowd surrounding the exhibit. The wealthiest and most corrupt folk in the sector were there, and she was going to take them for everything they had.
Cocktails flowed freely, and the guests enjoyed the extinction menagerie that had been assembled for them.
Yna moved among the guests with her tray, taking pats on her backside in turn with the dispensing of beverages. Her tunic was modest, but it didn’t stop the more lascivious guests from trying to get a hand under it as she made her rounds.
She kept her smile fixed and her pace steady, making her way around the room in a designated pattern. The other servers were doing the same as the bidders gathered around the next specimen up for auction.
Yna wasn’t the second server to disappear, but she was the fourth, tucking herself into the tube that launched her down into her shielded bunker.
From her safe space, she set the program in place to launch all of the ships on the station, blow the only connection to her chamber, and drain the accounts of the rich and powerful, diverting the funds to a million charities across the sector.
Each and every guest to her station had authorized all payments from the station as required for this one day. She was simply sending a searching account virus to find it all and move it elsewhere.
The ships would circle back in twelve hours, and by then, the arrogant idiots who had come to purchase living beings would know that they had been taken, leaving only the clothing on their backs.
Yna didn’t whistle, didn’t make a sound as she worked to reroute the thefts through the two thousand outlets to disguise their eventual resting places.
She moved around her tiny shielded cubicle and sat in the cradling chair when she was working. The time ticked by, and soon, all the life signs on the decks above were gone.
Just to be on the safe side, she opened all the bay doors and flushed the atmosphere out of the station. The walls of her cubicle shuddered, but they remained intact.
Yna keyed up her vessel and shut the doors that lead to her private shuttle bay. A mask and breathing unit were all she needed while she used a small charge to blow the access back to the bidding room. The bots she had designed to look like her had taken a bit of a beating. She settled them in their cubicles and programmed the necessary repairs.
She set the holographic generators to dormant and looked at her trap. It was amazing to her that she had pulled this con seven times and no one was the wiser.
Grinning inside her mask, she headed to her ship and set the station to re-form itself. The key to a convincing con was location, location, location. Right now, she was needed back at Citadel Balen. The day job called.
Yna shrugged into her instructor robe and checked her bodysuit under it. Wearing the pattern of the confined talents of Resicor reminded anyone who saw her what she was and where she had come from.
The light screech outside her door warned her that she had a visitor, and it wasn’t one she could ignore.
“Come in, Administrator.”
The door opened, and she inclined her head. “Good morning, Veera. Morning, Fixit.”
The raptor on Veera’s shoulder lifted its wings in greeting with a short chirp.
“So, Yna, did you enjoy your vacation?”
Yna dialled up some tea and gestured for Veera to have a seat at the table. “I did, as a matter of fact.”
“I have been getting some odd reports from a variety of worlds in the area you said you were visiting.” Veera took a seat.
Yna took the cups and carried them over to the table. “Really?”
“Yes. Some rather shady but wealthy citizens were deprived of their ill-gotten gains overnight.”
Yna sat and took a sip of her tea. “Did they say how?”
“No. None are stating the source of their penury. It is strange. The same thing happened the last time you went on vacation.”
“Wow. That is a coincidence.”
Veera smiled wryly. “Isn’t it?”
They sat having tea for a moment before Veera murmured, “You can’t keep doing this, Yna.”
Yna set her cup down. “They sold me, Veera. They locked my talent up, and they sold me. They cut me off from my own skin, and they sold me to the highest bidder.”
“I know.”
Fixit gave a commiserating screech.
“But you can’t keep devastating entire collections of the wealthy and corrupt. Eventually, they are going to put it together.”
“I am only targeting folks who were on Resicor and purchasing their own private menageries.”
“Your skill at getting out of situations like that is something we want you to help others learn. Your survival classes are a boon to the Citadel. I want you to keep teaching them.”
“Are you asking me to curtail my vacations?”
Veera groaned. “I am asking you to actually go on something relaxing. Take a cruise. Maybe meet a guy. Something fun and normal.”
“I like my traps.”
“I know, and we appreciate them here, but out there, you have to let revenge go. It is consuming you.”
Yna shrugged. “My family is gone, my friends are dead, all I have left is revenge.”
“You have your own life now. Don’t you think that your family and friends would enjoy knowing that you have continued onward?”