Orion blinks at Jess, and then her face widens in an automatic smile. “Oh, I remember you! You’re from the Fan Club, right? Did you not leave with an autograph? Here, what can I sign for you?” Jess pulls up a copy of the report on tantalum mining in Constavia on her DED and throws the projection at Orion. “What’s this all about?” Orion’s face tightens, and her eyes narrow. “How’d you get that? And where did you… how did you know where I was?” She stands up, looming. Jess walks backward as Orion gets out of the car. In the early evening light, she looks cold and menacing. Her hair flaps in the wind. “Who are you?” “I just want to know what this means. And where the Mischiefs are, and all the other villains who’ve disappeared the past few months,” Jess says. Orion’s laugh is hard and shrill. “You must be one of those conspiracy theorists.
