* The Girl With The Aquila Tattoo... *

It was 4:30 AM on a Twosday*, it didn't get much worse than this...

The girl who thought of herself as "Triangle Fistsmass-Yellow" had been on stakeout for thirteen 'days'*. They were running it with four six hour shifts but she'd been inside this parked civil-class chimera across the highway from the Cult hideout for the better part of three local 'weeks'* and she was completely fucking sick of the damned thing.
*(This looney tunes planet where every man and his grox owned a tank actually had days that were about 126.439 imperial standard hours long, so the locals called those days 'weeks' and broke them up into five imperial standard 'days' plus one or two extra 'days' a month and another every few years called "Calibers". The week started at approximately the local timezones true midnight, then went through five to six 'days' labeled, very unimaginatively, Onesday, Twosday, Threesday, etc...)

It wasn't the oppressive stink of unwashed human bodies that bothered her, nor the repetitive nutritional packets that were all they had to eat, or even the endless hours on watch with her current partner 'Danny Kirkwood', it was the boredom and lack of private space/time in which to fuck that was getting on her nerves.

No one, not even "Triangle", knew who she was. She had been found inside a sealed stasis chest marked with the Inquisitorial I aboard a space hulk at the age of five, a space hulk that dated to M35. At the time she was utterly mad from sensory deprivation, but her genetic matrix indicated multiple intensely advantageous talent profiles, so they mind scrubbed her and put her through the Schola Progenum. It was now 60 years later. Having had the best rejuvenate treatments the Imperium could provide for almost her whole life, she looked and felt like a 23 year old woman, but she had learned as much as a person three times her apparent age.

That said, she didn't have the hormones of a 65 year old! This was right in the middle of her ideal birthing years and "Triangle" was horny as hell. She knew that she could never really have children: not never give birth, never have children. "Triangle" had been saved from her madness by the Inquisition because she had superior genetics, they WANTED her to get pregnant and give birth to healthy offspring, but she couldn't KEEP them. Her job was insanely dangerous, just knowing the identifying information about your own kids was a good way to get both of you killed if you were an Inquisitorial Agent, but she knew that she had three daughters and two sons out there somewhere, and she lit a cone of incense for them almost every day. One day Triangle hoped to retire, get married, and then actually have a pair of cute little babies who she got to keep, but untill then she was going to do her job the best she could and avoid the many pitfalls of this crazy organization...