CLICK.

  The doors slid open and overhead lights illuminated to reveal an elegant looking

  space, with a large contouring window that looked deep over the sprawling city. I

  sauntered inside and dropped my newly collected bags and items from behind

  my previous home at the billboard. Pounding the button behind me, the door slid

  back and closed.

  It was open concept, a large kitchen and island, with sleek devices, off to the

  side, leading into a living space with a large monitor across from a modernly low

  couch. Passing by, I went immediately to the window, pressing up against it to

  peer outside on the city below. Flashing lights and the bustling world at my feet.

  An odd feeling…in the lap of luxury now, where I once looked down from poverty.

  I explored the rest of the expansive space, finding an oversized bed in another

  room and a rainfall shower with beautifully transported stone in place, in another.

  Falling back on the bed, I looked up on the ceiling in ease. Was this making it?

  Why did it feel so empty?

  DING!

  A chime sounded from the living room. I sighed and forced myself up, though I

  could’ve slept for ages.

  I returned to find the large screen monitor ablaze with images of a target.

  ‘Margery Thorne’. A middle aged woman, the young wife of Hucus Thorne,

  current mayor of the city. He’d been lending his full support behind Yaris Trestle,

  one of the leading candidates in the race, while still not being out of the race for

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  premier of the state itself. There were other cities on this planet, though I had

  never been outside the city limits. I wondered what they were like…how their

  candidates would be.

  Large swathes of text about the target littered the screen and descended in a

  rolling format. I moved forward and paused the screen with my fingers,

  scrutinizing different pieces of the mission, along with the dossier on how to plant

  information to cause disarray and dissension.

  ‘You will be provided with a wardrobe for discretion.’

  I liked that line, and wondered where I could find my costumes. Suddenly,

  another door unlocked next to the screen and led into an incredible closet with

  sliding outfits that disappeared into the wall with options galore, and a pad to mix

  and match them to your specifications, with desired alterations to be made

  expediently, as I tested it, changing the color and trim within moments. I smiled.

  Can’t say I disliked that.

  I knew I couldn't trust Chau, I could feel the sensation of regret seeping from my

  pores, but the greatness that could be achieved...before cutting him loose,

  appeared unmatched. If he was someone whose orbit I could dismantle before

  properly slipping from his watchful eye. I relished the thought of turning on him,

  making him regret his decision, but knew that for now, such measures would

  have to be appropriated.

  I just had to make sure to turn on him, before he turned on me. Shaking the

  thoughts from my mind, I looked out upon the city from my new home, reminding

  myself to collect what little belongings I still had left, hidden behind a brightly lit

  neon sign further down the skyline.

  Home. Now, a new home though. Soon, a greater home. A larger home, that

  would eclipse the suns, all of them. I'll own the stars, but for now, there's a job to

  be done.

  Returning back to the monitor, I looked for further information, like the mission

  date.

  Tomorrow night. An elegant party with some costume elements. A benefit.

  Just my style.