Posted by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Chief Justice) in A Warm Family Visit

Posted by Civilian Tyson Webster Rousseau (BIA Senior Field Agent) in A Warm Family Visit
Tyson Webster Rousseau sat in the window seat of the incredibly well-appointed shuttle as it banked over the partly dreary afternoon sky above OED V on final approach to City Center Terminal. His black eyes took in the vastly expanded colony, already an equal to his beloved New Paris. He could see the massive Government Tower and the near equally dramatic Holloway Tower in the city’s northwest quadrant. Rousseau never really cared for space travel, unlike many he knew, the sharply dressed man in seat A-1 looked at space travel like old Earth viewed air travel… a means to an end.

That end, today at least, was to visit his ‘little sister’, the colony’s Chief Justice. He nearly laughed at the thought. How bad off do these people need to be to have a waste of atmosphere like Astrid running their entire Justice department!? As trumped up, pigheaded, and full of her own grandiose self that she was, Rousseau wondered whom she’d dragged to bed to get such a powerful position so soon in her career. Positions is more like it! Rousseau huffed a soft laugh as the shuttle landed and the light in the First Class Cabin, his cabin, clicked off and let the passengers of actual importance… like himself… off the shuttle before the peasants in the back spilled out like cattle.

At just over six feet tall, Tyson Rousseau’s broad shoulders and perfectly tailored suit gave him a stunning appearance. As he stood, the dark storm of indignation that he almost always felt towards the joke that was his stepfather’s oldest daughter was pushed down inside him, and the warm, friendly, polished charm he was always known for… from colleagues to conquests… washed over his features and as he grabbed his bag, he winked to the golden-haired attendant as he walked by. Tyson had noticed how she had slipped a small scrap of paper in his suit coat pocket as she was handing it back, and he had felt her fantasizing about him most of the flight. He had even played it up once, making sure she was so turned on that she nearly spilled his neighbor’s coffee when it came time for her to come within reach of him. Tyson always enjoyed screwing with the minds of human girls… so easy to manipulate. But as attractive as the young woman was, Tyson Rousseau wouldn’t be caught dead in bed with a service industry worker. A commoner… no better than those in the back Tyson thought as he gave the girl one last charming smirk and walked out to his waiting EGV to take him to the Hilton.

After settling in and unpacking, Tyson went to work. He knew better than to toy with anything near that lunatic Molly Holloway’s damn boyfriend’s floor in Government Tower. He’d heard what happened to the rogue agent that had gone after Lucas Holloway and the CCDA General. Rousseau had absolutely zero desire to end up like Newton. The man physically shivered at the thought of the unrecognizable former Section 31 agent. The BIA Senior Field Agent merely piggybacked off two dozen signals for a total of just 13 seconds to ensure he had the right office… and there she was. He’d recognize that stupid look on her face anywhere. Once he knew where Astrid was, he killed the link, brought up the city cams from all available staff entrances to the building, and went back to work, making sure that he would not be discovered by anyone besides her.

He had used his connections to attend that pathetic excuse for a gala and watched his sister from across the room. Tyson knew that, on a very subconscious level, she felt his presence. But she likely felt she was going crazy because he never announced himself, and as far as she knew, he was last working in Paris on a banking fraud case. After enjoying the mental gymnastics, so many people were exhausting themselves around him to do… making pretty faces for the cameras… Tyson knew he had better things to do.

Hours Later

Following an incredibly sneaky breach of the Chief Justice’s personal security, which included a pair of short-range point-to-point transports and a masterful piece of work popping the lock on the service entrance to Artrid’s place while remaining completely undetected, Tyson cracked the seal on a bottle of water and waited in a chair in the living room, a wrist comm tied into the camera above her front door to ensure he was not interrupted. That’s why he was able to vanish with the arrival of Lord Duroc before anyone were the wiser.

Once the party had left, Tyson blended in and laid in wait until he was certain all had moved on. Astrid went to take her standard evening shower, which was useless in Tyson’s opinion, and he waited for her to close the door behind her before moving back into the room. There he waited completely comfortable in the knowledge Astrid would come out wrapped in some ridiculous robe.

Just as he predicted, Astrid had taken a shower after her main security contingent and the additional security from Lady Duroc had left. She felt safe once more in the confines of her home. It had been breached when she had first arrived by some thugs working for a local criminal. After that additional precautions were taken and Astrid had been learning self defence from the Chief of Police and from Lord Durocs people ever since. She was fit in a way she had never been before and the feeling of peace in her home had been hard won.

She left her bathroom clad in a long flowing velvety robe that buttoned at her waist with tiny buttons. Her hair was up in a towel but as soon as she passed from the bathroom to her bedroom, she took it down. Her thick dark waves fell over her shoulder, free from the hair spray and pins of the earlier updo.

Having a desire for a snack, she picked up her brush and made the choice to leave her room to head to the kitchen. She knew there was plenty of things to nosh on because her cook made sure the kitchen was fully stocked.

Then a voice the young woman knew very well spoke in the disdainful manner that instantly identified the speaker from the chase by the fireplace.

“My God… I can’t believe you actually wore that trash to such a ridiculous ball?! Honestly, Astrid… I would have thought by now you’d’ve developed a modicum of taste.”

Tyson Rousseau

She had gotten theee steps out of her bedroom and had started to brush her hair absentmindedly when the voice stopped her cold. Of course she recognized it. Her step brother Tyson had terrorized her for years in her family home on New France. She stopped breathing and the blood drained from her face causing her typically porcelain completion to turn a ghostly white.

Her dark blue eyes turned though the rest of her was paused like a statue. Her gaze confirmed what her mind refused to believe. Surely he was not here. Surely he would not come all the way here. She was nothing but a toy to him and long away from his reach. Surely he had forgotten about her by now and found more interesting prey. But there he was, sitting on her chaise lounge, every bit the man she remembered and had haunted her nightmares.

Tyson simply sat there, a raised eyebrow bringing terror to the half-blood embarrassment standing before him. She would NEVER be as good as he was, in anything. The suit he wore was worth a month of most people’s salary, his skin and posture perfect. His body was a tool as much as his brain to get whatever he wanted it and he knew it.

She calculated where her weapons were and how distinctly she was vulnerable in her robe and nothing else. Before she had come to OED V, she would have immediately run or she would have been so blind with terror, that she would have frozen like a fawn, terror blinding her to doing anything else. Now she took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing her shoulders and using her mind. He still terrified her, but she was not so easy a prey now.

Tyson smirked, watching her take in her surroundings and he could feel the fight or flight flair with in her. She was such a great toy… had been since day one. The only good part of that tramp seducing his pathetic excuse for a father was the absolute joy it was to be handed on a silver platter as his mother had worked her magic to maintain their own quality of life.

Astrid continues to brush her hair, taking on the air on nonchalance. “Tyson,” she said, finding her voice stronger than she expected. “I don’t care about your opinions or why you are here. Get out.”

Did she expect such a simple request to work? No, but she finally placed one foot in front of the other to continue her way to the kitchen as if he had never arrived.

Rousseau, HotJ

Tyson rose from the chaise and followed Astrid to the kitchen, the same knowing smirk on his face that Astrid had known most of her life. As he entered the kitchen, he stopped and leaned against the door frame, knowing his presence had the same impact as it always had. “My my my… look at you, little sis…” He spoke the last two words with a slightly scoff. “… finally learning to speak up for yourself, how sweet.”

Taking a sip from his bottle of water, Tyson watched his sibling with visible distain. “I can’t imagine that you would want to be such a disrespectful host to a member of your own family!” His words were as he shook his head with a chuckle. “I was a bit surprised that you hadn’t bagged you some schmuck… but with the rapid manner in which you accelerated your own career, I’d guess it would be hard to find a man when you’ve clearly spent most of your free time on your back.”

There was a soft laugh before he took another sip of water and smiled, that cold smile he always had in private. “Here I was, thinking I would drop by and see family while I was out this way… not a welcome, not even a hi… just a kiss my ass and bye! Such callous behavior, Chief Justice.” The way he spoke her title was like it were a joke, his judgmental gaze never leaving her. “By the way, your security is a damn joke in this godawful place. I was in in less than 20 seconds. This planet is a cesspool… you should be more careful.” It was the only halfway kind thing he’d said to her in years.

Tyson