Peter was nothing if not fastidious about things like security clearances. The moment Envy had left for good, her clearance had gotten bumped way down the line: no more access to secure files. No more access to secure areas. Email: wiped. Phone logs: catalogued, then archived. She was, on almost every level, a complete civilian.
Nice and clean.
Except for the part where, for reasons even Peter's current Chief of Staff didn't understand, she still had access to the low-security areas of the Compound-- including a clean route all the way to her old duplex. And Peter's, for that matter.
It wasn't like he really expected Envy to come here and assassinate him, after all.
Peter had spent the morning holding speeches about plebiscites and the increasingly huge map of nations that were part of his empire the FPE. He'd spent the afternoon making phone calls, and several hours at the little house where Bean's parents and the Arkanian-Delphiki offspring lived
( ... )
Envy was pleased, though not surprised, to find her way unobstructed. She didn't need a hassle right now.
(It didn't hurt that in her hoodie and her largely makeup-less state she looked more like the person she'd been through most of her time here, even if her hair was now a shock of bleach.)
It had been about a year since she'd been here last. It had felt like longer. It felt like less, now that she was here. She almost made it back to her old duplex just out of habit, then made the decision at the last moment to veer to Peter's instead.
Hadn't knocked on this door in what felt like a lifetime.
Peter let out a sigh, unfurling from the couch. It wasn't like he was unused to interruptions, even in his off time. (A Hegemon's time, as it turned out, was never off.)
He trudged to the door and tugged it open, an only mildly annoyed, "What?" dying in his mouth as soon as he hit the first syllable.
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Nice and clean.
Except for the part where, for reasons even Peter's current Chief of Staff didn't understand, she still had access to the low-security areas of the Compound-- including a clean route all the way to her old duplex. And Peter's, for that matter.
It wasn't like he really expected Envy to come here and assassinate him, after all.
Peter had spent the morning holding speeches about plebiscites and the increasingly huge map of nations that were part of his empire the FPE. He'd spent the afternoon making phone calls, and several hours at the little house where Bean's parents and the Arkanian-Delphiki offspring lived ( ... )
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(It didn't hurt that in her hoodie and her largely makeup-less state she looked more like the person she'd been through most of her time here, even if her hair was now a shock of bleach.)
It had been about a year since she'd been here last. It had felt like longer. It felt like less, now that she was here. She almost made it back to her old duplex just out of habit, then made the decision at the last moment to veer to Peter's instead.
Hadn't knocked on this door in what felt like a lifetime.
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He trudged to the door and tugged it open, an only mildly annoyed, "What?" dying in his mouth as soon as he hit the first syllable.
He stared.
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Nevermind.
She waited for him to get over his staring, a mildly expectant look on her face.
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