The training, the sleeplessness, the fight, the scene afterwards with Mirren — it was all more than even her Herculean capacity for insomnia could withstand. Her body touched the syntton bedding; her eyes flicked to the red numbers on the wall, and she registered that she had just five hours until she needed to meet with Jedro; and she dissolved into a sleep so dead and dreamless she wondered afterwards why she didn’t go kick some ass as part of her night-time routine every day. Who am I kidding? I kick ass for a living. Fifteen minutes before her appointed meet, her wrist-comms beeped commandingly. She rolled in the twisted bedding, her body on high alert as she glanced at the comms. Her alarm. Holy shit, she’d slept for five hours. Like her Mama used to say: there’s a first time for everything. She sat up in the bunk and lifted her feet to the ground, sitting there for a moment, replaying the night’s events before heading for the shower.
