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Stacey was reading when Carson walked into her room.
She looked up with a hostile look in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
"Me?! What am I doing here?!" Carson was not expecting such a cold greeting.
Stacey waited for him to answer his own question.
"I've come to ask for your help."
"What happened to me being an absolute loser of a drug addict?"
"I don't care, you can be addicted to drugs, gambling, heavy metal music or bad comedy all you want. I need your help."
"Aww, isn't that sweet of you, prince charming. Come over here."
Stacey patted the spot beside her on the bed.
He sat down cautiously, unsure whether she was joking or not.
"I don't bite."
Okay, she wasn't joking.
"I actually went cold turkey a couple of weeks ago, when I saw that plane crash."
"You're joking."
She had to be joking. Was she joking?
"I did. I thought, Jeez, these people are going through some really crappy times. What's my problems got on theirs? I should probably be doing something to help."
"Ahah! ... That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Helping those people? Are you going to donate your money?"
Carson sighed. "No. I'm going to stop it from happening again."
"What?!"
"I'm going to bring down Unnamed Airlines."
"Wow."
Now she thought, he has to be joking.
"I need you to trust me first though."
"So you're not joking."
"No."
"Glad we cleared that up."
 
24th April, 2052

Planted tracker on Southton's watch after bugging UAL's local board meeting. Hoping he'll fly with it to "GlideCorp", suspected oil refinery. Have Stacey Mansfield on my side now, will ask her for help to fly to location as I do not have pilots' license.


Carson put down his case journal and sighed. Why was he even talking about Stacey in there? This was strictly business only. He was about to cross the last line out, but decided, heck. Why not. I'm just going to leave it there.
 
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Sixteen years earlier

It was Katy's third year at university. She was acing her business degree, and the lecturers were astounded at the potential they saw in this girl. "One day, she's going to become something great," they all said of her.
She really wanted to believe it was true.
Most of the time she did believe, too, but there were times the walls she built came crashing down, and the doubt showed through.
Katy wasn't all she pretended to be. She wasn't as brave as many people thought. There were odd times when she thought, What's going to happen if it doesn't work out? What am I going to do then? I have nothing besides this education.
Living in a small rented house, Katy didn't have many friends, let alone a boyfriend.
"Do you have something against dating?" the sleazes who wanted just to hook up with her would ask. She'd scornfully tell them, "Yes, I do, against dating slobs who are led around solely by their equipment believing in fulfilling their biological destinies." That would get them away from her pretty fast.
University was a place Katy couldn't wait to get out of because of this, but there was another thing too. Before she left, she would change her name and go out without a blemish on her reputation. She was looking forward to it.
 
Carson watched with intrigue as the small dot on his map began to move slowly.
"He's moving."
Stacey smirked from the seat next to him. "Or that could just be his children playing hide and seek with daddy's valuables."
"His kids are in Fortworth."
"Oh, of course." Stacey shook her head. "So I suppose GlideCorp must be near here then? That's why he chose to supervise the meeting, so he'd have a good location to go from?"
"And this is why I picked you, girl, to be my partner in anti-crime."
"What a compliment."
Stacey was still having issues with controlling her drug addiction, but she only had to think of the UAL crashes and she'd feel repulsed by the idea of it. There was also something else. A girl from school. Stacey couldn't quite remember her name.
For the next thirty minutes, Carson kept an eye on Southton, who was travelling south on the freeway.
"He's heading for the airport."
"Mmm?" Stacey looked up from the book she was reading. "Well, there you go, proof to my theory."
Carson sighed. "Is there a way we can get this thing to just plot a flight route?! I'm not going to sit here all day watching a dot move about fifteen centimetres to the left to a location quite possibly in the middle of the ocean."
"How did you come to be an investment banker? I bet you can barely work the computers."
"No, I man the phones in the reception.... just kidding."
 

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