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movements, she fitted the rifle over her shoulder and drew the handgun out of its holster.
    Twiddle Dee snickered behind her.  "Looks like the commander's gonna get a ride, too. Wallflower's getting plucked."
    "Must be desperate," Twiddle Dumbass added.
    Really, she shouldn't take the time, but hey, she had so few fun moments in her life. Plus, they'd earned it just for calling her "wallflower." The demeaning name for female guards, like they weren't as good or as tough as the males, didn't usually bother her. But this time, she let her irritation fly. She whipped around, pulled the double serrated combat knife out of its sheath with her left hand, and had it against Twiddle Dumb's neck before he had a chance to wipe the stupid grin off his face. Her handgun pointed at his partner.
    "Now, boys. You know if the commander wanted entertainment for the evening, he'd ask for you two. He's heard how much you want to suck his dick," she directed to the idiot at the end of her gun. "And how you dream of letting him screw your ass," she told the other.
    Knowing the radio signal was still locked in made her smile. "Now, say it."
    Twiddle Dee cleared his throat, hesitated, until she cocked the pistol. "I want to suck the commander's dick."
    "Good." She pressed the blade a little harder against Twiddle Dumb's neck. "Now it's your turn."
    "I d-dream of letting the c-commander screw m-my ass."
    The chief's voice boomed through the radio with a hint of amusement. "I'll relay those requests to the commander, men. Now, get the hell out of there, Ursula and report as ordered."
    She eased back enough to place her foot on the top rung of the ladder, and satisfied they wouldn't try for her, hooked the heels of her shit kickers on the rails and slid to the bottom. It didn't bother her that the ladders had no protection, as moving targets were hard to hit.  The car door opened when she hit the ground, and she heard a faint, "You'll pay for that, bitch," from the tower.
    "No, I won't," she whispered, knowing when the door closed, she'd never see the tower again. The commander only sent for her when a sensitive job needed her expertise. Probably a rogue controller scheduled for termination. Despite all of the electronic devices embedded in their bodies, controllers were hard to find when they went missing. She estimated it would take her...oh, about five days to find and eliminate him.
    The thought made her smile as the vehicle trembled from contact with a pot hole in the pock-marked pavement. Road maintenance hit the bottom of the government's to-do list after the riots. The frenzied crowds had looted or destroyed everything in their path, including roadways, leaving little unblemished in their wake, and almost caused the end of the world they feared coming. It had taken a year or so, but people had calmed down. Most went back to their lives on the hope that Palisade's technology would save them. It didn't last long, four years or so, and people had starting flocking to Knoxville, thinking if the Sentinel energy web worked at all, it would be protecting its creator. Guilty as charged, she thought. The only reason she'd been recruited for the wall and citizenship was because she'd proved she could kill with speed and efficiency. And they'd lost one or two, or ten, guards to her skills.
    The ride smoothed as they approached the Security Center on the outskirts of Oak Ridge. The "Secret City." Once a massive conglomerate of laboratories and a nuclear powerhouse, it now housed Palisade. A memory, the kind made pleasant from the surprise of it surfacing, gave her a little laugh. An image of the president when she was a little girl who always mispronounced nuclear as nucular. It seemed a lifetime ago. Now, the president and most of the world's leaders were nothing more than puppets controlled by Hadrian, the founder of Palisade, Earth's savior.
    Yeah. Right.
    The vehicle stopped at the first of the guard posts along the old parkway, and the engine idled