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

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

She tried not to feel elated that he followed her into the kitchen instead of stopping her. The weapons were within easy reach in that room. He was a physically imposing person but she had been fighting men his size or bigger for over a year. She wasn’t confident she could beat him but she would make him hurt if he got physical with her. She wasn’t 16 and a nerdy book nerd who had to protect two siblings from the monster now in her home.

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.”

She wanted to roll her eyes at this age old joke. He had come prepared for a slightly older version of the kid he tortured. She wasn’t that kid anymore. His dig at how she got the progress of her career was hard won and he couldn’t take that accomplishment from her. Setting down her brush she turned and faced him with a kitchen island between them.

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

“You aren’t my family. You never wanted to be so have what you want. I am not your sister despite who my father married. Your jibes at my accomplishments font hurt me. I am not some insecure child anymore. The only joke here is you, expecting me to bow down shake like a rabbit at the intrusion into my home.” She pressed the emergency button that called for security. “You never cared for my safety. Don’t start caring now Tyson. Get out.”

Rousseau. HotJ

Tyson saw her arm flinch ever so slightly as she triggered the silent alarm and the rage that glowed from his black eyes would have frozen the heart of a star. His eyes focused sharply on her as he slowly raised his hands in front of him, pulling back a sleeve on a wrist comm.

“You always were an uppity little b**** that never learned her place in this world.” His tone was ferocious as much as it was cold and calculating. As a single eyebrow raised, he looked dead in her eyes as he could hear the security trying desperately to quickly enter the house. “Since you want to play games, Astrid, I guess I’ll just have to take this up with Marguerite. Remember… this was your choice.”

As the first guard burst into the room, ordering Tyson to freeze, the transport pattern shimmered around him and he was gone.

Tyson

Before she even had a moment to react, she was pulled from the kitchen by half a dozen security people and quickly taken into a vehicle. Once there and on their way to a safe house near her office, Astrid reflected on his flash of anger, so hot and deep it could burn her if she ever got close enough.

She shivered with her fully body. Alex, one of her guards noticed and quickly moved to retrieve a blanket and wrap it around her. Meanwhile the rest of the team was doing a sweep and starting to figure out how Tyson had gotten in.

It didn’t take long for them to move her to the safe house, though the trip was complicated by switchbacks and vehicle transfers to ensure she was not followed. Once settled in the safe house, it’s dark walls a contrast to her own villa, she allowed herself to finally feel her emotions.

Her knees grew weak enough that she had to sit abruptly onto the couch. Tears fell down her cheeks like rain as she shook and sobbed, feeling every bit the little girl that he had thought her tonight. Why had he come all the way here? She didn’t believe for a second he was just visiting. It took a long time for her body to expell the emotions and fear she felt. Finally after hours of hell, she fell asleep on that couch, her hair still damp and smelling of her perfume.

Rousseau, HotJ

Elsewhere

Tyson settled into the comfortable chair inside his suite at the OED’s Hilton. Looking out from the 37th floor, he finished his bottle of water with a smirk on his face. He knew the one kid that had rounded the corner hadn’t gotten a good look at him, which was his intent. The only person truly aware of his presence on OED was his worthless stepsister. He had been very careful to not travel under his own name but a well documented and established alias that he’d used off and on for nearly five years.

He looked at the counter in the kitchen, where a box of custom designed contacts sat in their box. Able to be worn for days on end, the contacts… capable of giving his eyes a natural dark blue color… were light sensitive and adjusted automatically like a regular human eye, but didn’t box Tyson’s vision at all. Though, if all goes well… they would be unnecessary.

Picking up a PaDD and tapping it a few times, Tyson found what… well, who… he was looking for. Eela was an attractive woman for her age. He spent the next few hours learning everything possible about Captain Eela Dasca.

Tyson Rousseau

Zahia Muhir the security lead for the Chief Justice on OED V looked around Miss Rousseau’s home and sighed heavily. This Stepbrother was a serious problem. It had been several years since the Chief Justice had had her home broken into and her peace violated. It had been his job to keep it that way, but somehow… somewhere, he had gotten lazy. There was no excuse for it. Once he was able to choose a replacement better than himself, he would resign.

Miss Rousseau had been a good boss and he felt the burden of having let her down. Now he had to tell the police Chief and did not look forward to the conversation. He lifted his video con device and put the call into Joseph Karlsons private line.

“Sorry to disturb at so late an hour Chief, but we have a big problem at Justice Rousseau’s.”

Zahia Muhir, Head of Chief Rousseau’s Personal Security

Joseph answered immediately, his personal line was restricted for most so anyone calling him at this time was doing so for a good reason. He immediately moved from his bedroom to his wife’s office which connected to their bedroom and sat down “Go on Muhir, what happened?” He used his wife’s computer to access his system to check the status of Chief Rousseau. She was on the move, which was bad, he checked the system for her residence and saw that security had dropped for some time, he was already not in a good mood.

Commissioner Karlson