The hotel room was fancy, if not to say lavished. Paid for by blood stained money of her newest employers. Helena Montagne had done many things deemed to be morally ambiguous or downright corrupted, but she had never killed before. That was the line the mercenary promised herself not to cross. Things change, morals shift and after few months of excessive partying among depraved upper echelons of the society, Helena found herself without money and without any work in the nearest vicinity. There were things a person with her skill set could do, but none of them satisfied her robust ego. She didn’t tolerate boredom, it was a state of emptiness Helena found annoying. Unbearable. The tasks she undertook shifted from risky to downright suicidal, just because Helena needed a thrill to feel alive. She had done many crazy things in her life time, but killing a CEO was pure madness. The epitome of her criminal career after which the former law woman could retire in some exotic place at the human space’s edges and spent days on never-ending party. By now it was go big or go home. The money was good, but the price could be her life and complete moral downfall. Helena accepted this and made a choice. She had fought off any doubts until they told her there was someone else coming along. The woman didn’t like that, not that she felt solo all the time but being forced into cooperation with a stranger felt like a slap to a professional like her. When she was ready to walk away, the sleazy corporation rat doubled the offer to the point it became ridiculous. Tempted by the sweet call of greed, Helena accepted it. There was plenty about this deal that light all the red flares in her mind, but she wasn’t one to back down. The woman’s arrogance led her to thinking no one would be able to play her, even if they tried. Getting money for unfinished job and vanishing without a trace was an option Helena took into consideration. There were many things Helena disliked,but waiting was right there at the top. Out of boredom she ordered a bottle of exquisite wine. The service quickly delivered it and left without a question. They were like machines: quiet, focused, discrete and indifferent. The rich guests could be obnoxious at times, even pathologically so in many cases. After only two days spent in the Neptune’s space station Chevalier hotel, Helena witnessed few fist fights, puked on carpets, wrecked rooms that reeked of booze and sex. Stoned corporate executives roamed the hallways, using the free time to blow off steam after closing another deal. Helena loathed them - this was the life she had spent years running from. Her parents belonged with that decadent, spoiled crowd whose vapid interests circled prices of stock shares. Lounging on a sofa, like a spoiled feline, Helena sipped crimson liquid. Her meticulously manicured fingertips trailed the crystal stemware. The mercenary blended well with the local crowd. In a sleek, black dress and elegant high heels she could be someone’s assistant or someone’s manager who had taken a few days off. Chevalier was a hot spot for RRB crowd, which made of watching the corporate big fish easier. From time to time the RRB CEO and major shareholder Amanda Winters appeared, oblivious to the danger that lurked few rooms away. Tick tock. Tick tock. Helena glanced at her comm device, still few minutes left until the supposed help’s arrival. The woman let out a tired sigh and poured herself another glass of wine. She couldn’t be sober for that.