Which meant her workouts were simple and easy.
“Infinitely pissing off,” Felix said, closing Miu’s and picking up the next folder. “Ioana. The War Maiden.”
Felix thumbed the cover back and stared at the imposing figure of the woman. She was big. Muscular. Toned and fit.
She was what you would call handsome, but her ever-present lethality culled any thoughts of her being something you could spend time with.
She’d gotten her thick dark hair into a ponytail and wore it as that. Nothing else.
She didn’t go in for makeup at any level, either.
Put together and looking for all the world like a warrior, she reeked of death.
Setting her down, he picked up the last one and hesitated.
“Kit Carrington, also known as Augur. Pretty, a body built for sin, smart, and insane,” said a voice at the door. “A true loose cannon that’s a danger to her team, as much as the enemy. Unlikely to ever lead. Or so my old team leader would tell me.”
Felix looked up from the unopened folder to find the very same “loose cannon” speaking to him.
As she’d said, she was definitely easy on the eyes. And after he’d restored her to normal condition, he couldn’t disagree.
Definitely right inside that strike zone, bud.
“I dunno. She’s pretty handy so far. As to the pretty and sin thing… sure? I mean, yeah, you’re hot, but… so are a lot of women?”
Kit shook her head slightly with a confused look on her face. Her mouth twisted up in a frown. “What?”
“You’re hot. Totally an eight or a nine out of ten. So are other women. As to being smart? Completely agree. More than most people would be comfortable to admit, because I’m pretty sure you’re smarter than I am.
“Keeps me on my toes. Insane, though? Not at all. Loose cannon? Not so far,” Felix reiterated, leaning back in his chair.
Kit snorted and then moved from the door frame and flopped into the couch. “Uh-huh. Because you keep me dialed down nice and low. I’m not complaining, mind you, but it’s not exactly like I’m in control of it.”
She laid out on the couch, draping one arm over her face, the other hanging down at her side.
“You sure you can’t upgrade it for me? I’d be thankful. Maybe not as thankful as Andrea, but…” she said in a teasing voice, making a vague gesture with her hand. “Grateful.”
“Yeah. Sorry, the most the screen ever says is—” Felix stopped. Looking down to his desktop he frowned. He hadn’t really considered it or thought about it.
He’d always just assumed upgrading a power was more about the power level.
Focusing on the normal character screens, he tried to pull up Kit’s. It flashed up easily. There was no way he could increase her Power’s ability.
Name:
Kit Carrington
Power: Area Telepathy
Alias: Augur
Secondary Power: None
Physical Status:
Healthy
Mental Status:
None
Positive Statuses:
None
Negative Statuses:
None
Strength:
51
Upgrade?(510)
Dexterity:
54
Upgrade?(540)
Agility:
48
Upgrade?(480)
Stamina:
46
Upgrade?(460)
Wisdom:
72
Upgrade?(720)
Intelligence:
78
Upgrade?(780)
Luck:
41
Upgrade?(410)
Primary Power:
91
Upgrade?(9,100)
Secondary Power:
--
Upgrade?(--)
Pushing his mental focus towards the idea of modifying her power to a controlled power upgrade, he stared at that power function.
He willed it to change.
And then a window popped up.
Power Upgrade: Directed Telepathy
Required Primary Power: 80 (Met)
Required Intelligence: 70 (Met)
Upgrade?(5,000)
With Felicia and Andrea running around with their powers, it was practically his entire pool.
“How grateful?” Felix asked, looking up from the window.
“What?” Kit asked, her head turning to the side to look at him.
“How grateful would you be?” Felix sighed and rested his cheek on his right hand, watching Kit.
“Uhm. Pretty fucking grateful. I mean, well…” she said, clearly at a loss. “Can you?”
“I can. It’s pretty much an entire day’s worth of points.”
“Well. I—that is…” Kit looked at the ground. “I’m already your slave. I’m not sure what else I can do that you can’t order me to.”
Felix thought about that. Having someone do your bidding was one thing. Having someone work for you, because they chose to, was entirely different.
She was already that for him. But how much further would she go if he did this for her?
“Be you. Be who you were up to this point. Fight by my side, rather than for me. I need you, Kit.”
Felix hit the accept button on the power and then stood up, his stomach falling out from under him.
A whole day wasted.
Opening her screen, he flicked her power draw down to zero. “You’re at one hundred percent, and I upgraded your power. Practice with it.
“I’m going to bed. Did Andrea wander up that way?”
He tapped open Andrea’s character screen and increased her intelligence by a single point with the points he had left.
Might as well.
Moving to the other screens, he pushed everyone’s draw to zero. Tonight would be a free night since he had no points left anyways.
“I uh, no. She’s in her bed. I double checked,” Kit said, staring at him.
“Good. See you in the morning.”
Walking into his room, he collapsed into the bed and immediately fell asleep.
Only to feel as if he’d only just fallen asleep when his phone started going off.
Moaning, he slapped at the phone with little accuracy.
A sudden beep sounded above his head.
“Good morning,” came Andrea’s chipper voice. “Felix’s phone.”
Groaning, he rolled over and sat up.
“He was sleeping, but he’s waking up now,” Andrea said, smiling at Felix. “Me? I’m his personal assistant. I was his secretary, but I wasn’t sure if I should sleep with him. Do personal assistants sleep with their boss?”
I can’t tell anymore if she genuinely doesn’t understand or is actually fucking with me.
“Oh. I see. That makes sense. I started thinking I might have been wrong. Kit told me I was, but… what? Oh, sure,” Andrea replied, holding the phone out to him.
“It’s for you.”
Felix gave her a pained smile and nodded his head. Taking the phone from her, he checked the screen.
It was early morning, and No-Name was calling.
“I bet your bed smells great,” Andrea said, crawling past him and dropping to all fours in the center of his bed.
“Hey,” Felix said into the phone. He watched Andrea as she spun around a few times and dropped down into the spot he’d been sleeping in.
“Smells like Felix,” Andrea said into the mattress.
“You made her your personal assistant?” No-Name asked, chuckling.
“Not really. Kind of self-promoted. Sorry about not calling you back last night. I’m all in for the auction. When’s the date? You made it sound like it was soon.”
“Few weeks from now. They’re healing everyone up first and then getting them prepped for the sale. You want a private room again?” No-Name inquired.