Gerty surveyed the client. Military haircut and uniform. A smug smile even though he was just reviewing the waiver he was required to sign. High ranking; her superior on paper, though she had never seen him before. Obviously used to getting what he wanted---formalities and legalities small nuisances that he tolerated. It made him the perfect subject. The type of human most likely to take full advantage of what the service offered. Everyone had desires they would only fulfill when they were sure no one was watching, but a smaller segment of the population reserved some acts for when they knew they wouldn't get caught, or in this case when no one would remember the deeds. Major General Stan Matthers. Gerty was just glad he didn't frequent Shooters, the one bar behind the razor wire and guards. If Stan insisted, she doubted he was used to taking "no" for an answer, and she didn't want the downstream career repercussions that came with that. He checked his watch, the one item on his body…
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