Surge was tracing when the news came, her body hooked in via cyberpathic implant to the computer networks of the Thorn Republic: federal, commercial, and private. Underneath the stream of media, the security networks she was manipulating at various military facilities, and phone taps streaming into her mind, a soft encoded message came in from Storm, who was heading up the eastern offensive.
They bit.
It took her a blinking moment to register the meaning, separate it from the images of ceasefire starting to pour in, and then realize… she was free.
Surge clapped a hand to her mouth. There were details. It would be arduous drafting a treaty, negotiating terms, but…
Hastily, she scrabbled with her free hand to unhook herself from the computer and then flung herself into Maker, holding him tight in a fierce hug.
"Pint-Size. What is it?"
She shook her head and pulled her hand back to her mouth to find that her face was soaking with tears. "It's over, Maker," she whispered. Then louder, she said it again to herself. "We're free."
Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Embrace of Freedom
They bit.
It took her a blinking moment to register the meaning, separate it from the images of ceasefire starting to pour in, and then realize… she was free.
Surge clapped a hand to her mouth. There were details. It would be arduous drafting a treaty, negotiating terms, but…
Hastily, she scrabbled with her free hand to unhook herself from the computer and then flung herself into Maker, holding him tight in a fierce hug.
"Pint-Size. What is it?"
She shook her head and pulled her hand back to her mouth to find that her face was soaking with tears. "It's over, Maker," she whispered. Then louder, she said it again to herself. "We're free."