4Meara flopped down on the couch to pout. She didn’t pout often, but today it seemed like the only reaction possible.
She lifted her hand to give a middle-finger salute to the giant com station she’d broken down and bought with her cyber soldier back pay from the UCN. Aja’s desire for a large screen to watch entertainment broadcasts on had precluded her normal means of acquiring the lush furnishings of their shared apartment. A tiny woman walking off with something as large as their new com station would have drawn all kinds of attention no matter how it easily she could have carried it.
Meara considered her acquisition habit to be liberating certain needed items from owners who couldn’t sell them anyway. Owners, she always reminded Aja, who would profit far more from collecting insuranc
