The Range [Sunday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela had slept terribly again. She kept waking up to imagine sounds, and whenever she closed her eyes there where odd images waiting for her. It was very disconcerting, and it was taking its toll on her, too.

Someone didn't know what it was to dream.

So she was at the range. It always helped her relax. Except that now that she was there, and had her weapon laid out and ready, she found that she was feeling a bit dizzy. She knew you should never handle a gun if you weren't in full control of yourself, but she'd never been anything but, so she wasn't exactly sure what to do.

She was standing there, frowning at the shotgun as if it was somehow responsible for the tiny little termors that were running through her body.

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda nodded. "Me too." Also, if she lived that long. She was due to be crowned queen after graduation and she knew Lord Corwyn planned for that not to happen.

"They sent you here to learn how to, what?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Blend in. They want me to be able to do undercover work."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well I'd guess that the longer you observe people the better you would be at that."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"But I've been here forever. I'm already good at it." She growled. "And if they leave me here much longer I'll be no good to anyone."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"You think you'll get rusty?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Not that." Well, maybe a bit.

"But I don't have that much longer."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Much longer till what?" Leda asked, worried.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Until the side-effects of the Conditioning kick in. I'm already setting the record for longest operational cyborg at the Agency."

She shrugged as if it were no big deal, even though she was proud of it.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"And uh, just what are these side effects?"