DarkLight Redemption: Post-Human Universe - Book One

Chapter Eight

As much as it pains me to admit it, Elizabeth Stokes was right: The Elemental Executioners had done a job for Weston, and when they came to collect their fees and found out that he was gone, they turned on each other quicker than starving hyenas.

The way I see it, if a tight unit like that can turn on each other so quickly without Weston holding their leashes, then this is a much bigger problem than I'd anticipated.

Which means that I find myself reluctantly flying back to Weston Tower to admit that Elizabeth was right. I'm looking forward to that about as much as getting teeth pulled. As an added concern, I seem to have picked up a stalker.

I thanked Dominatrix, as is proper etiquette when one saves your life, and then took off on my way. I'd expected her to take that as a signal to be on her way, but once again, I was wrong.

I've flown around the city twice already, hoping to politely shake her, but she's kept pace. She keeps asking questions, which I naturally ignore. But not getting a response to one question doesn't seem to deter her from asking another. And another.

"So where does your power come from? Inner willpower? Radiation from the yellow sun?" She runs down a number of other possible origins before moving on. "I was born with mine. Which was pretty weird. But also pretty cool," she continues, making me wonder why she didn't name herself Chatterbox instead of Dominatrix.

"Look, Dominatrix," I turn toward her, and float backwards for a bit, "I really do appreciate your help, but..."

"Olive!" she calls back excitedly.

"What?"

"My name is Olive," she replies with a polite smile that looks wholly out of place when surrounded by black leather.

"Okay, Olive, first: You shouldn't go around telling people your real name," I say matter-of-factly, "Defeats the purpose of the mask. Secondly: I'm on my way to handle some important business. So I have to say goodbye," I finish.

"What important business?" she asks, her excitement ramping up again.

"It doesn't concern you." I'm irritated, but her vibe is somewhat endearing.

"But I can help!" she offers. "Like I helped back there with the Element Guys!"

"Elemental Executioners," I correct her. "How long have you been doing this again?"

"I'm still learning the business, and I know you've been in it for a while," she states. "So I was hoping to...y'know...hang with you for a bit."

I'm getting the sense that shaking her is a lost cause. So I try a different route.

"Okay, Dominatrix...."

"Olive!"

"Trust me, when you're wearing the mask, you'll want to stick with codenames," I explain. "I'm going to see Elizabeth Stokes. She's got a job that I need to handle."

"That's funny. When I asked her about you yesterday, she told me your contract expired."

"This is a different kind of job," I clarify. "So if you want to tag along, be my guest."

She zooms closer to me and stops right at my side. I can make out her emerald green eyes through the mask now. I search the rest of her rounded, pale-ish face, and long straight black hair, but I'm still unable to put my finger on where I know her from.

We coast the rest of the way side by side and land a block away from Weston Tower. The heat's on after the mess the Elemental Executioners made, so we use one of the secret underground entrances. It's a converted length of sewer that leads directly to the basement of Weston Tower.