Mercenary Politique Part 6

By Dora Furlong and Courtney Kraft

Tara continued to watch her closely. Psylocke seemed to ever so
slightly shift uncomfortably.

"I want to know why all these questions. Seems that many people are
taking an interest in me for one reason or another. I just want to
know what your angle is."

Tara laughed freely.It was easy to understand Psylocke's suspicion.
"Believe it or not I don't have an angle."

"I don't."

"Allright then, what would it take to convince you?"

"I don't want to be convinced. I just want you to lay off already!"

"I see," Tara began, "So you wish to live your life alone..never talking to
anyone...not even your 'friend'."

"I didn't say that. I just don't like it when people I don't know go
snooping around my life."

Tara shook her head, "But you offered."

Psylocke stood abruptly. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to return
to my quarters now."

Tara could almost feel Topaz's trained reaction behind her. She was
sure the body guard was prepared for any reaction from the Captain.
She smiled inwardly. She had hit some hot points and was now getting
to know Psylocke better than she had hoped. It usually took two or
three conversations to reach this point, a point of such strong
emotional responses. This was good. Very good. But it was time for
her to back down if she did not want to make an enemy of the woman,
"Please sit down." Tara stated, calm and friendly, almost apologetic.

"Whatever kind of game are you trying to play with me, just quit it."
She refused to sit.

"I am not playing a game." Tara replied, then stood,"I am sorry,
please accept my apologies." Tara spread her hands to the side and
bowed her head from the shoulders. Her hands remained at her side
when she lifted her head back up.

Psylocke, slowly sat back down, keeping her eyes on Tara.

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