TITLE: Butterfly Mask
GENRE: Science Fiction
I couldn't fail again.
Which was why I was stuck in this cheap-a** hotel room, listening in on the development of the galaxy's newest weapon of mass destruction, when the smell of ozone thickened in the hallway outside my room. Followed by the light footsteps of someone trained to move silently. And a knock at my door.
Unlike Hotel New Valentine's other guests, I wasn't expecting any visitors, clients or otherwise. Had I f*ed up that badly without even knowing?
If it was my eliminator, they wouldn't have bothered knocking. They would've barged in, weapon at the ready. But then who the hell else would show up at five in the morning? Didn't matter. Whoever it was was going to pay.
Still, I minimized two of the displays and redirected the feeds from Buki Technologies' and Bogu Enterprises' communications networks to my second handheld. Used a projector to cover the hole I had smashed in the wall to tap into the hardline. And altered the third display so it looked like I was watching the early morning news, /Wake up with Gemini!/ Just in case. Wouldn't want anyone to catch me in the act of being a Scorpio, now would I?
I changed out of my pajamas and into my guise suit, something sleek and form-fitting this time. Repainted the stylized red and black butterfly on my face. My mask. I never met anyone without it. Then hid it behind an illusion. Just because I was Scorpio didn't mean I had to advertise it.