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  [colpse] thirteen

  [20 july 2024]=-=[saturday]=-=(0816)

  Morgan sits in a yoga pose, upside down, attempting to center herself. She’s been broken so many times already, now she has to rebuild yet again, only this time she fears there might not be enough left to build an entire person.

  I have to focus on what’s left. What those people did to me destroyed so much of me. I’ve been vioted so much in mind and body.

  Maybe I’m approaching this wrong.

  Maybe I need to focus less on what’s there and more on what isn’t. Take those gaps and form the person I want to be inside of them.

  Who is Morgan, and who should she be?

  Morgan ponders this for a while. She shifts positions a couple of times as she thinks.

  What do I admire about the others and want to see more of in myself?

  Kelly. She knows what she wants and she’s willing to burn down heaven and earth to get it. She demands justice, and fights for it against impossible odds.

  Danni. She has a hard edge, but a soft core. Underneath that stoic shell is an asshole, and underneath that asshole is someone who cares.

  Raina. Perseverance in the face of atrocity. She’s endured hell also, yet she’s found a way to be a good person.

  Joy. God help her, she’s hamstrung by her own mental conditioning, but she still tries to be her own person. She and I are a lot alike in our circumstances. But she isn’t dwelling on it. She just presses on.

  ...She presses on, and I’m sitting here mentally whining about it. She’s the most fucked up of any of us and she still presses on!

  Morgan opens her eyes and gets up. I know what I have to do.

  She walks over to her closet and pulls out her normal outfit, the sports bra and the cargo pants. She throws aside the dress she’s been in since she was let go from the infirmary.

  As soon as she gets dressed, she walks out of her room and down to the armory. There is nothing more centering to me than the kick of a firearm, she thinks as she recalls a part of herself.

  She gets down there several minutes ter and pulls out her favored handgun from a locker, a .45 designed in the fashion of an old 1911 handgun popur as a service pistol, but with modern ergonomics. She sets up a target, tapes a picture of Joshua Callis onto the head section, then reels it to the far end of the range and starts firing, emptying the magazine.

  Every shot is a headshot, except one, which is deliberately aimed low, right where the crotch would be.

  Every shot is a bullseye.

  It’s uncanny.

  She repeats the process with a new target, this one with a picture of Jason Levin taped to it.

  “Take this, Daddy.” Again, every shot is a headshot save for one, and all are amazingly on target.

  She turns the safety on and puts the gun back into the locker once she’s done with her target practice, then grabs a second gun. This one’s much like the first, except the barrel has no sights, and is completely smooth. She decides to go check on the person who betrayed them all and whose actions led to her ordeal. She heads to the nearest elevator and goes to sub-basement one.

  Inside the re-education center, Riley is undergoing the same type of torture Morgan underwent during her first three or so weeks. He hasn’t been surgically altered just yet, and he still has his current voice, hoarse as it is from all the terrified screaming. His clothes have been stripped completely from him. He’s between sessions, being given a slight chance to recuperate.

  Morgan enters the room and just stares daggers at the man.

  “Please… please tell them to make it stop…” Riley croaks out, weakly. “I’ll do anything…”

  “You mean like Callis stopped raping me when I protested?” Morgan asks. “Oh, wait. Because of you, I couldn’t protest. I had no way to stop him. I lost my agency over myself. Why do you think you deserve any?” She pulls the gun from her waistband and loads it.

  Riley starts to panic. He’s bound to the chair, unable to move. He couldn’t escape his fate if he wanted to.

  “I should show you what it’s like,” Morgan says, darkly, holding up the gun, barrel pointed at the ceiling. “My dick doesn’t work, but I can always use this.” She moves the gun, pointing it at Riley’s face, getting close to him with it. She flicks off the safety and puts her finger on the trigger. “Suck.”

  “No, please…” Riley weakly protests as he starts sobbing. “I’m begging you, please don’t do this…”

  “Now, now, your begging is getting me excited, and that’s the absolute st thing you want right now.” Morgan pushes the barrel against Riley’s lips. “Suck like your life depends on it. Or, you know, I could stick it up your ass…”

  “Please…” Riley squeaks out. “You’re not…”

  “A killer? No. That’s all that’s left after getting all of Levin’s garbage out of my head,” Morgan says. “A rapist? Maybe after all that’s been done to me, I want to inflict some pain for a change.”

  Riley sobs as he starts to lean forward to take the gun barrel into his mouth, utterly convinced that Morgan will kill him if he doesn’t. But as he goes to wrap his lips around the barrel, she pulls it away.

  She looks down at the chair. There’s a puddle where he’s sitting. In his state of utter terror, he pissed the seat. “Well. I guess you have some idea of how it feels after all. But you only have some idea. Mistress said that they were going to turn you into another me. I don’t think you deserve it, because I’m a person with some worth and some fucking integrity. I personally think they should break you until there’s nothing left but someone with the mental capacity of an infant.”

  She turns to walk away for a second, then points the gun at Riley and fires.

  The bullet goes just a few hairs’ width from his head and hits the wall behind him. It was so close he could feel it whiz by.

  The room starts to stink. Morgan doesn’t even flinch at it.

  “But you’re lucky. I don’t get to make the decisions around here. Enjoy your new life, girl.”

  As Morgan leaves the room, Riley cries like a small child, sitting in his own waste. He knows the life he knew is over, but he won’t be killed. No, he’s going to become the raw material for someone else, just like Morgan’s former self did.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (0901)

  Kelly and Danni were sitting in the observation room as all that was going on. It was especially harrowing to watch. Kelly was about to have Morgan removed from the room, but Danni said to let her cook.

  Now, the two watch the aftermath as Riley sobs like a child.

  Kelly shivers slightly. “What have we done?”

  Danni shakes her head. “Don’t think like that, Miss Kelly. She could have killed him in cold blood, but she was in complete control of herself. I think she’s going to be okay. Riley, though… I think in the future, if we do this to someone, they should probably be in some kind of diaper or something. The cleanup in there is going to suck.”

  “I’m going to have to give whoever does it hazard pay,” Kelly ments. “Get him out of there and into a cell for now. We’ll resume after everything is sterilized. And I will take the idea of a diaper for him under advisement. I’m not exactly a fan of that particur fetish and I don’t want him developing it.”

  “Of course, Miss Kelly,” Danni says as she gets one of the contractors on the walkie, one who is on her personal shitlist for professional incompetence. “Nilsson, get Riley out of the re-education room and back to his cell. Then do a full cleanup and sanitation.”

  The two watch as a Nordic-looking contractor walks into the re-education center about five minutes ter and immediately recoils at the smell. “What fucking died?!” he shouts.

  “Quit your bitching and do your job,” Danni says over the intercom.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1733)

  “Hnnnnngh… aaaaaaagh!” Joy cries as she starts to have a meltdown over the clothing touching her skin. It’s a very feminine tank top, lined with ce, as girly as it gets. “Get it off get it off please get it off aaaaaaaaghhhhhhh!!!” she screams, starting to visibly panic, as if the garment is physically burning her.

  She starts to try to tear it off of herself, but Zell holds her arms down. “No,” ae says. “You want to break the conditioning, don’t you?”

  “I do but… darn it, it hurts!” Joy cries, almost in a begging tone. Another part of her reconditioning courtesy of Jason Levin is that she can’t use obscenities, because ‘proper Christian girls watch their nguage.’ “Please take it off of me…”

  Zell holds aer ground as ae holds Joy’s arms in pce. Part of what the deprogrammer suggested was to force her to directly countermand her programming, giving her no choice but to disobey it. Clothing was the easiest vector in aer mind. “Just five minutes.”

  “I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!!” Joy screams, as if the clothing is literally acid eating at her skin.

  “But it looks cute on you,” Zell says. “It’s a lot cuter than those lolita dresses.” Ae turns Joy to face a mirror.

  All Joy’s wearing is the tank top, a bra underneath that, and a pair of panties. Zell didn’t even manage to get a skirt on her. “It is cute, I wish I could wear it, but it hurts! I need my dresses…”

  “Just four more minutes? Please?” Zell asks. Honestly, ae’s lucky to have gotten one.

  Joy starts to sob uncontrolbly. “I’m trying… I’m trying, Zell, I’m trying… I hate this! I just want my mind back…”

  “That’s what this is for, hon,” Zell says. “Three more minutes. Just hang on… the burning isn’t real. The pain isn’t real. It’s all bullshit put in your head by that sadistic fuck that inseminated my incubator.”

  Joy starts to thrash uncontrolbly, but Zell is still holding her arms down. Zell has been on a small dose of testosterone since starting aer transition, which has allowed aer to build more muscle than ae ever could as a girl. Compared to Joy, who has been castrated and on estrogen impnts for years, ae is more than capable of subduing her. It’s a good thing ae uses aer physical superiority for good.

  Still, if it wasn’t already settled that Joy is the girl in the retionship, it sure is now.

  “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” Joy says as she nonetheless continues to try to thrash her way out of Zell’s grip. “Please let me go, take this off of me, please, I’ll do anything… I’ll let you make love to me, whatever it takes, please get it off of me…”

  “You can’t consent to that when you’re like this and you know it,” Zell says, still holding her. Ae’s transitioned to a firm but gentle grip, not needing to use aer full strength to restrain her. “Two minutes.”

  Joy simply screams, at a high pitch. It’s killing her inside that she can’t stop this meltdown. She’s tried everything but Zell just won’t let go. On the one hand, she’s gd she’s being stopped. Her partner clearly has her best interests in mind. On the other… she just wants the top off of her and to be put back in the lolita dress. It’s what she feels she deserves, even though she knows that’s the brainwashing talking.

  “One minute, please… please just hang on for one more minute…” Zell pleads. Ae’s starting to get tired, while Joy is continuing to resist with all her strength.

  “I…” Joy is getting hoarse from screaming and shouting. “I can’t… I’m not strong enough to take it… get it off, please…”

  Zell looks at the clock. Five minutes have passed. “Arms up,” ae says. As Joy lifts her arms, Zell removes the offending garment from her and puts her in front of the mirror again. “Look, see? You’re not burned. There’s no irritation of any kind. It’s safe. It’s safe to wear other things.”

  “Yeah…” Joy says, weakly. “But still… it felt like I was on fire…”

  “It’s going to take time,” Zell says. “It’s all in your head, and it can certainly feel real, but it’s not, okay? I’d never hurt you.”

  “I know… I know, but I still can’t stop it…” Joy says as she turns around and colpses into Zell’s arms.

  “My poor girl…” Zell says worriedly as ae carries Joy to bed. “I swear, that bastard sperm donor of mine is going to suffer for what he did to you…”

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [22 july 2024]=-=[monday]=-=(1728)

  Morgan wakes up after another ECT session and she slowly starts to sit up. The intrusive thoughts are nearly silent now, but she’s still dealing with the other stuff.

  Raina is sitting nearby, and she perks up after Morgan awakens. “Hey. Are you okay?”

  “...Yeah, I think so…” Morgan says as she stretches out. “The thoughts aren’t gone, but they’re so quiet that I don’t notice them unless I really focus…”

  Raina walks over and hugs Morgan. “That means you’re better right?”

  “I guess… I’ve been getting more ruthless after these sessions too, but I can control it,” Morgan says softly.

  Danni comes into the room. “Oh, good. You’re awake, little girl. Can you walk?”

  “Huh… yeah, Mistress, what’s up?” Morgan asks as she gets out of the bed.

  “Whatever you did broke Riley,” Danni says. “And Hansen had an idea. Levin doesn’t know that we know about Riley. We’re going to use him to feed false info and try to get a location on him.”

  “So… he gets to keep his manhood and mind?” Morgan asks as she raises an eyebrow.

  “Only for now, until we’re done using him to get Levin,” Danni says. “Once we get rid of Levin, there’s still a whole undry list of perverted bastards to get. I don’t think our task will be done for a long time and having another girl handy with your skills will be a huge help.”

  Morgan is slightly disheartened at that revetion – that Riley’s full punishment is being put off, and that their job doesn’t have a definitive end to it. “I don’t…”

  “Little girl, this is something you don’t get a say in. Without Stark, Riley is now our only link to Levin,” Danni says, sternly. There are some things she won’t let Morgan top from the bottom on. “You do want to get Levin, right?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Morgan says.

  Danni tosses a folder to Morgan. “Read this. It’s your next target. We’re going to have Riley feed Levin info that you’re going after this target, which should hopefully bring him or one of his subordinates to you.”

  “Right…” Morgan says. “Wait. Katie Wheeling? I know this name. Doesn’t she write those crappy magic fantasy books?”

  “Yeah, we were surprised to see her on Roderick’s list, or any woman, to tell the truth,” Danni says. “But apparently, she likes to buy kidnapped trans and transformed girls and torture them because of something a cis man did to her. My guess is she’s too chickenshit to kidnap an actual guy to do that to, so she does that to someone she sees as a man, with the dangerous bits stripped away.”

  “Shit,” Raina says, not being able to help but listen to the conversation. “I used to like those books growing up. I didn’t realize she was such a bitch…”

  “Yeah. Total and complete bitch,” Danni confirms. “She’s also been single-handedly bankrolling several of the big-name TERF movements in Europe. The only good thing is that she doesn’t seem to like to sexually abuse her victims. The bad news is she can be more violent than the men you’ve dealt with. And she has surrogates that have no such compunctions.”

  “This will be fun…” Morgan says as she looks over the dossier that Danni and Hansen compiled. “But wait, she’s mainstream. Killing her is a giant risk for us.”

  “Right. But if she dies, and it gets out that their cabal exists, it’ll destroy the entire operation. Levin makes a lot of money from selling these boys and girls. So, he’s going to do anything in his power to stop you,” Danni says. “We’re going to force his hand. We have the contents of the dossier ready to go public in the event that you do manage to kill her, but it’s more than likely that you don’t get the chance before he sends someone.”

  “How do we get Morgan in, though?” Raina asks.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1800)

  “No,” Zell protests. “Absolutely not. I’m not going to pretend to be that person again, and I’m certainly not going to do it to risk subjecting Morgan to what Joy went through. Didn’t she go through enough hell dealing with my sperm donor?!”

  “We’re not asking you to be that other person again,” Danni says. “We just need you to pretend to be someone our target would be sympathetic to. Do you know the saying ‘lost sisters?’”

  “You mean that crap that TERFs spew about how people like me are just women who transition because of how shitty it is for women in society?” Zell asks. “Yeah. I’ve heard it, had that shit flung at me a few times.”

  “Yeah, well, no offense, but right now you would kind of pass for a butch detransitioner from someone who was previously trying to transition completely to male,” Morgan says. “We have a cover set up as well. You’re a detransitioner, reted to a rich family who is in their ecosystem, who feels she was suckered in to transition by her trans ex-girlfriend – me. You heard from them about her and what she does to trans girls, and you figured that’d be the perfect revenge to take on me.”

  “Hansen can create a false paper trail to connect you to one of the people she’s already bought a girl from in the past,” Danni adds.

  “But that’s still risking you, Morgan, and for what?” Zell asks.

  Danni and Morgan look at one another for a moment. “It’s probably safe to tell aer the real aim of the pn,” Morgan says.

  Danni nods. “Okay, little girl.” She turns to Zell. “We’re trying to draw Jason out of hiding so we can take him out, or at least deal him a heavy blow by taking out one of his subordinates.”

  Zell blinks a few times. “And what’s to stop him from kidnapping and breaking Morgan again? Or just figuring it’s not worth the trouble and deciding to kill her?”

  “He won’t break me again. This time I’m going to be prepared,” Morgan says. From the look in her eyes, she believes this.

  Zell sighs. “Should I practice my English accent then?”

  “No,” Danni says. “We’ve already picked the retives for your cover. Practice your Canadian accent.”

  “Besides, she’s going to be doing a book tour, and one of the stops is Calgary,” Morgan adds. “That’s a lot easier for us to set up shop in than the UK.”

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [26 july 2024]=-=[friday]=-=(1627)

  Morgan awakens from anesthesia again, though this time it’s not from an ECT session. That’s being put off till Monday. Today was the day for another procedure she had been awaiting for a while – a reduction in size of her breast impnts. No longer would she be as top heavy as she was before. She was an H cup before between the old impnts Roderick had put into her and her own growth, now she’s down to a more manageable D cup. By the time her natural growth finishes, she’ll probably stop at about a DD. That will be plenty for her.

  Raina is standing there as she awakens. She’s smiling. “Feeling lighter?” she asks.

  “Much,” Morgan says through a yawn. “But now I’m going to have to rework my firing stance again.”

  “Boo hoo,” Raina says, before ughing. “I dunno, I think I’m going to miss them.”

  “Easy for you to say, you like yours!” Morgan protests.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [2 august 2024]=-=[friday]=-=(1245)

  Katie Wheeling’s book signing is going off without a hitch so far. Despite how toxic her views have been on social media since starting her personal crusade against trans women, the sad truth is that a lot of normal people just don’t care, and they’re blinded by nostalgia. The line has stretched around the block.

  Zell is about halfway down the line, feeling sick. Ae’s carrying a copy of Wheeling’s new book, Mystic Earth: The Grand Hunt. Ae doesn’t like aer part in this pn. Aer real girlfriend is effectively trans, especially in the eyes of the w, and this woman has made it her personal mission to strip away the few rights women like her have to try to live normal lives. And ae has to py nice and pretend to be something ae isn’t. At least ae doesn’t have to pretend to be in aer old identity or use aer dead name. Ae’s been given a cover identity for this.

  The line is moving quickly, at least. Ae shouldn’t have to do this for too long.

  Meanwhile, on the other end of the city, Morgan is setting up her end of things. She has another subcutaneous GPS tracker embedded under her skin, and she’s using special gsses with a tiny, almost imperceptible camera. Though it’s likely the gsses will be useless once she’s abducted, it’ll at least give them some intel, hopefully. The gsses also have an audio connection. “Testing?”

  “We have A/V connection,” Hansen confirms through a bone-conduction headphone embedded in the gsses. She’ll likely lose connection, and it’s possible they’ll take the gsses away once she’s captured, but until then it’ll facilitate communication.

  Zell gets to the front of the line back at the signing. Ae pretends to be happy to see this spiteful, toxic woman. She holds out the book. “I’m so grateful to you for your work, and to support everything you do for women like me,” ae says. “Can you please make it out to Enyo Sde?”

  “That’s an unusual name… did you choose it?” Katie says as she takes the book and signs the cover.

  “Yeah, Ms. Wheeling,” Zell says, feigning excitement. “My birth name never really fit, but neither did the name I picked when I was confused and thought I was a guy. So, I decided to name myself after a goddess when I detransitioned, to try to recim a sense of the divinity of womanhood.”

  That causes Katie to smile, just like Danni surmised that it would when she told Zell of the pn. “Well! It’s always good to meet a lost sister who’s come back,” she says. “Tell you what. Why don’t you hang around until the end of the signing? I’d love to hear your story once it’s over.”

  “Really, Ms. Wheeling?” Zell asks, smiling. “I… I’d like that, especially if it can stop some other girl from making the mistakes I did.”

  Katie nods and looks to one of her assistants. “Please give Miss Sde here a VIP pass and escort her to the back so we can talk after the signing.”

  “Yes, Ms. Wheeling,” a woman, looking to be in her mid-30s, says as she holds a hand out. “This way, please, ma’am,” she says.

  I’m doing this to get back at Jason, Zell thinks as she endures the misgendering and follows the assistant. I’m doing this to get back at him and ensure he burns in the Hell he thinks everyone else is going to. I can take this. I can pretend to be a girl for a little longer.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1317)

  Riley sits in an interrogation room, holding his phone. He dials the number he was told to call if the Jourgensens attempted another insertion operation.

  “Yes?” It’s not Levin on the other end; it never is. Remington answers the phone.

  “I have news, sir. You know the author Katie Wheeling?” Riley asks.

  “That woman… she pays well for boys, and her rhetoric drives more feminized ones into our reach. What about her?”

  “Jourgensen is attempting to get her people to kidnap Bailey so he can kill her and expose everything about your operations.”

  “So they’ve managed to undo what we did to him. Impressive. Still, we can’t have that. Business is too lucrative, you understand. You’ve done well. I’ll tell my boss and we’ll wire another ten grand into your account.”

  “Thank you, sir,” Riley says. “What… what about my other reward?”

  “We’re still preparing Tiffany for you. Have to finish getting all of that woke, feminist crap out of her head so she’ll be a good, obedient wife for you. Don’t want her leaving like the st one, right?”

  “Right, sir. Thank you,” Riley says.

  The call ends and Riley hands over the phone to Danni. “It’s done,” he says in a softer voice than the one he was using on the phone. “The hook is baited, and they’re definitely interested.”

  “Good girl,” Danni says. “Very well done, Delih.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Delih says as she stands up and curtsies. She’s wearing a sundress and moving in a much more feminine manner, and the surgeries are coming soon. In the intervening two weeks since Morgan brandished the gun at her, her identity has been obliterated by brainwashing, drugs and trauma, just like Morgan’s former male identity. For all intents and purposes, Dave Riley is dead. Only bits and pieces remain, carefully reassembled into Delih.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1408)

  Zell sips water in the back room. She’s sitting there, watching some television. It’s a right-wing network from the UK that purports to be liberal, probably responsible for creating nearly as many Nazis over there as Wheeling is for TERFs. The brainwashing is insidious and almost invisible – luckily, Zell is inocuted from it, learning of some of the practices from what Kelly does to her assets. She doesn’t entirely agree with it, as Joy was also exposed to many of these techniques and completely broken. There are days she wishes she could have Stefan back, as he was before.

  Her thoughts are interrupted as Wheeling enters the room. “Another day, another donation to the women’s group. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Enyo!” she says.

  “Never, Ms. Wheeling!” Zell says with a smile. It looks practically genuine – ae’s had a lot of practice in faking aer outward emotional state after dealing with aer parents for so long. “I’m still kind of fttered that you’d want to hear my story…”

  “Sweetie, I’m always interested in hearing the tale of someone who can escape the trans cult, especially before she’s started mutiting herself.” Katie sits down across from Zell and sips her tea.

  “Well, I was in high school, and I met a girl… well, not really, you know, but at the time I thought he was a girl,” Zell begins. “I was always more of a tomboy, but my parents wanted me to be a girly girl. And when I met him, I thought, ‘hey, if he can say he is and live as a girl, maybe I could start living as a guy and get away from all this frilly bullshit.’ He convinced me to start testosterone, but at least he could never talk me into amputating my breasts, which I’m so thankful for.”

  “Oh, thank God,” Katie says. “There’s so many girls who do that, it’s disheartening!”

  “Yeah…” Zell holds aer arm, crossing the other one over aer body. “Now, I’ve been a fan of yours since I was in grade school, so of course I kept up with your socials, and I saw when you peaked. At the time, I was a little put off because I was still believing what the cult was telling me, especially that boy. But soon he was starting to show his true colors. First, he talked about opening the retionship up into something called a ‘polycule.’ Then he started to get really pushy and weird about sex.”

  “Ugh, so he was a rapist, too?” Katie asks.

  “Yeah… I didn’t think that then, but I see it now,” Zell says, continuing to sell her on the fake story of how she peaked and detransitioned. “Always going on about how his ‘girlcock’ was harmless since he was on estrogen, but I honestly think he was trying to get me pregnant for some sick fantasy about a man being pregnant. I started reading your socials again, and everything you were saying started making a lot more sense, so I broke things off with him and stopped the hormones. I didn’t want to be ‘Lacey’ like my parents wanted, so I changed my name to Enyo. I figured, hey, why not name myself after a goddess of war? I’m at war with these people thinking they can change sex, in effect.”

  “That’s one way to think of it!” Katie says, smiling warmly. “So, what about your ex?”

  “I don’t talk to him or any of his weird trans cult friends anymore, though he keeps begging me to come back and restart the testosterone, saying he misses me, and he doesn’t understand why I started letting my mind get polluted by gender critical ‘ideology.’ Ideology. He’s the one in a fucking literal cult!” Zell says, her anger sounding very convincing.

  “Tell you what. I know a few people that can convince him to leave you alone, maybe even convince him that the trans cult is feeding him lies,” Katie says as she pulls out her phone. “Why don’t you tell me about him?”

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1534)

  Morgan walks out of a Calgary apartment complex, wearing the uniform of a local coffee shop. In this identity, she’s Lilith, a barista who has been transitioning since high school, and the ex of “Enyo,” Zell’s cover identity. She’s militant about trans rights to the point of near-obnoxiousness, or at least, she would seem so to a transphobe. She’s wearing a pronoun pin and a trans fg pin on her uniform, and a pronoun sticker on her nametag (Lilith – she/her please!) She even has pink hair.

  She heads down the street and goes down to a bus stop.

  “Excuse me, miss, do you have the time?” a rge man in a suit asks.

  “Yeah, it’s…” Morgan starts to say before she feels a pinch in her arm. She turns around to face the man before the sedative can take hold. “...Wha…”

  The camera catches a picture of the man as she falls unconscious, sending it in to Hansen, who is immediately searching for him on the internet.

  “Are you in position, Hall?” Hansen asks into her microphone.

  “Yeah, we’ve got eyes on the man and on Morgan. What do you want us to do?” a female contractor replies.

  “Follow and observe the feed for as long as it’s running. Do not engage; we’re waiting for the real target,” Kelly says as she hears the conversation.

  “Did you get that?” Hansen asks.

  “Roger that,” Hall confirms.

  “Good. Facial recognition turned up a match. Caleb Heller, he’s worked security for Wheeling since she made her TERF turn and cimed to begin getting death threats. They’re likely to take Morgan to Wales, we should get a team there,” Hansen says as she frenetically works.

  Danni nods as she walks back from the interrogation room. She’s looped into the conversation. “I’m already dialing up the European arm of the PMC, we’ll have people there within 36 hours.”

  Kelly nods. “Good. Everything’s going according to pn for once. Nilsson, Oliver, be ready to extract Zell when she’s ready.”

  “We’re waiting at the rendezvous,” Nilsson confirms.

  This time the pn has to work, Kelly figures. We can’t lose her again.