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Authors: Peter Tylee
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– the way of the future. She’d been
striving toward it
for seven years. Personal security was the Holy Grail of the law
enforcement industry, something truly worthy of her dedication. She
knew she could rocket UniForce to number one on the Lawson scale if
she could just crack the personal security market. Not just bodyguards, company security
too. She’d even created a new position; the
papers were in her third drawer. She didn’t have anyone in mind
yet, but she’d recognise the right person when he or she came
along. Guard co-ordinator, head of the
final corporate branch. She had a vision
where UniForce provided security personnel for all the
giga-corporations , each with a personally
tailored and neatly outsourced package –
for a modest fee. Then, after conquering the corporate sector, it
would only be a matter of time before she could weasel her way into
the spineless government sector and promote UniForce as the law enforcement
solution for the world.
She screwed
her fingers into tight fists of rapture. Timing. Jackie knew it was the most
important factor. Too soon and they’ll
run… too late and I’ll miss the opportunity. And she knew exactly how to do it: feed them information about
the crime riddling their innards and then propose a solution to
flush the vermin from their pipes. She couldn’t help another smile,
but it quickly reverted to a frown when she felt her skin
tightening across her cheekbones.
Jackie
focussed her attention on her computer screen where figures
revealed the growth of each UniForce branch, subdivided into
country and product statistics. One column was particularly
interesting and she arched an eyebrow. Exclusive level
bounty-hunting lists were selling particularly well. “Well done
Michele.” She had to praise good work where praise was due. The
bounty apprehension rate had increased two percent, but revenue
from lists had jumped an astonishing sixteen percent. She’d more
than outstripped the growth Jackie had expected and had
single-handedly lifted the corporate average by three points.
Jackie approved – she approved of Michele, and she approved of her
decision to promote Michele. Her predecessor had finally
retired. And about time too, the old
fuck , Jackie thought. Within five months
Michele had revolutionised the branch.
“ Good for
you,” Jackie said, lifted her chin to survey the room and reassure
herself it was empty.
She licked her
lips. Just thinking about Michele’s plump breasts and ample rump
hardened her nipples and made her breathing go heavy. A few
key-taps later and she’d locked her computer . S he needed to go home, back to
where she could get comfortable and allow Sasha to satisfy
her swelling desires.
*
Wednesday, September 15,
2066
NSW Police Department,
Parramatta Office
10:51 Sydney,
Australia
Simon warred against the
urge to thump his keyboard.
Every damn
word! He clenched a fist in anger and
stuffed it as far as he could into his mouth, biting his knuckles
to stop from smashing the computer. His spacebar was playing up again. His
typing style meant that he always pressed the key with his thumb on
the far right side of the bar, but for a week it’d been loose and
was wobbling on a broken spring. It just jiggled when he pressed
it. To insert a space he had to press hard, really
hard . H e was getting into the habit of
slapping it at the end of each word, but sometimes he forgot and it
gave him the shits.
“ Damn it
Mike!” Simon thrust his wheelie chair back and stretched to his
full height – six foot and two inches.
“ What?” Mike
demanded, the frosted glass door muting his voice.
“ I’ve put in a
request for a replacement keyboard every day for the past week!”
Simon burst from his office and scowled at Michael Tolhurst, the
officer in charge of supplies.
“ Well there’s
nothing I can do
about it, you’ve gotta ring it through to the Hell Desk,” Mike
grumbled in reply. He always turned sullen when someone yelled
striving toward it
for seven years. Personal security was the Holy Grail of the law
enforcement industry, something truly worthy of her dedication. She
knew she could rocket UniForce to number one on the Lawson scale if
she could just crack the personal security market. Not just bodyguards, company security
too. She’d even created a new position; the
papers were in her third drawer. She didn’t have anyone in mind
yet, but she’d recognise the right person when he or she came
along. Guard co-ordinator, head of the
final corporate branch. She had a vision
where UniForce provided security personnel for all the
giga-corporations , each with a personally
tailored and neatly outsourced package –
for a modest fee. Then, after conquering the corporate sector, it
would only be a matter of time before she could weasel her way into
the spineless government sector and promote UniForce as the law enforcement
solution for the world.
She screwed
her fingers into tight fists of rapture. Timing. Jackie knew it was the most
important factor. Too soon and they’ll
run… too late and I’ll miss the opportunity. And she knew exactly how to do it: feed them information about
the crime riddling their innards and then propose a solution to
flush the vermin from their pipes. She couldn’t help another smile,
but it quickly reverted to a frown when she felt her skin
tightening across her cheekbones.
Jackie
focussed her attention on her computer screen where figures
revealed the growth of each UniForce branch, subdivided into
country and product statistics. One column was particularly
interesting and she arched an eyebrow. Exclusive level
bounty-hunting lists were selling particularly well. “Well done
Michele.” She had to praise good work where praise was due. The
bounty apprehension rate had increased two percent, but revenue
from lists had jumped an astonishing sixteen percent. She’d more
than outstripped the growth Jackie had expected and had
single-handedly lifted the corporate average by three points.
Jackie approved – she approved of Michele, and she approved of her
decision to promote Michele. Her predecessor had finally
retired. And about time too, the old
fuck , Jackie thought. Within five months
Michele had revolutionised the branch.
“ Good for
you,” Jackie said, lifted her chin to survey the room and reassure
herself it was empty.
She licked her
lips. Just thinking about Michele’s plump breasts and ample rump
hardened her nipples and made her breathing go heavy. A few
key-taps later and she’d locked her computer . S he needed to go home, back to
where she could get comfortable and allow Sasha to satisfy
her swelling desires.
*
Wednesday, September 15,
2066
NSW Police Department,
Parramatta Office
10:51 Sydney,
Australia
Simon warred against the
urge to thump his keyboard.
Every damn
word! He clenched a fist in anger and
stuffed it as far as he could into his mouth, biting his knuckles
to stop from smashing the computer. His spacebar was playing up again. His
typing style meant that he always pressed the key with his thumb on
the far right side of the bar, but for a week it’d been loose and
was wobbling on a broken spring. It just jiggled when he pressed
it. To insert a space he had to press hard, really
hard . H e was getting into the habit of
slapping it at the end of each word, but sometimes he forgot and it
gave him the shits.
“ Damn it
Mike!” Simon thrust his wheelie chair back and stretched to his
full height – six foot and two inches.
“ What?” Mike
demanded, the frosted glass door muting his voice.
“ I’ve put in a
request for a replacement keyboard every day for the past week!”
Simon burst from his office and scowled at Michael Tolhurst, the
officer in charge of supplies.
“ Well there’s
nothing I can do
about it, you’ve gotta ring it through to the Hell Desk,” Mike
grumbled in reply. He always turned sullen when someone yelled
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