Drinks provided a heavy cost to Kandra's average life away from the force. Weekends brought on the worries of her mates still out there dealing with the picking left behind by the Evolved menaces. For those lauded as protectors to humanity, they surely enjoyed sitting on their fat asses forcing the humans to do their bidding.
Kandra Talon was an aging beauty once renowned for her fortitude, unbefitting of the curvature to her figure as well as the glamor of her shapely face; angled by a sculpture's touch. She was a woman of strict conduct manifesting her efforts into the steadily increased production of those who willingly gave her their reigns.
The meaty, thick fingers of this officer wound their way over the translucent neck of a bottle filled to the brim with the lacquered vintage chardonnay. Hands large enough to tousle with a bear's maw, which in fact was the truth, resulting in the ugly scar that ate away at her palm. Similar scars decorated the vast width of her forearms and rotund thighs, weighed with great strength. Chief Talon was an occupied individual with experience to reflect the vast array of awards she tossed in the side drawer, never to be made known to a guest. In her ten years as, chief she was able to squander potential worker strikes, rebellions, violent protests, wrong think, as well as awfully incompetent politicians. The types who would pursue their moral compasses rather than growth with a side of profit to instill their compliance.
'Pop!' Off came the cork to the bottle which shot to the ceiling only to bounce off the hardwood floor then into a trash container. The very one which housed a new round of trophies as well as medals that the Chief acquired for her apt response to the Dolemeut Square incident. Such sights of gleaming rewards plagued the woman's expressions with grimaces. They were just profound ways to keep the Chief compliant - feeling as if she was a stand-up person for the next generation of law-abiding men and women. Only the money which accompanied the trinkets were of any mind to her keen self.
The cork now away, Kandra drew the lip of the bottle to her lips, chugging away at the hearty liquid. It was a barbaric act that she prayed only herself would bear witness to for if another saw this manner of drinking for such exquisite wine, she would be embarrassed. Her mind now infused by the haze of lofty intoxication; Kandra fiddled with the phone sat on top the kitchen table. It was a relatively new device with all the hallmarks of a simple receiver as well as a microphone for phone calls. A camera at the top with some widget icons at the bottom for maneuvering through texting, photos, and saved numbers of various contacts ranging from family to friends then loved ones. The act of games on a mobile device was an enigma to her, such routines of distraction only would keep her from the mountain of work that possessed her every waking moment.
A glance at her apartment stated such as well. It was a near bare four room den with a bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living room composing this floor to ceiling bunker. Even with the large grants of cash from the government, and other amenable sources, was this the grandest home she could afford in the city of Corodone. Simple described her manner of action, if a blight was observed it was subsequently cleansed, otherwise the issue was not of her purview. Her home found solace in expression through the coloring of walls with layered lines of marker dashed with a sprinkling hint of crayon decorating the pieces of concrete. Some told of fantastical beasts in conflict with one another then others showed the world where space found men prancing like ballerinas in the vacuum without gravity.
Kandra found a smile whenever staring at such pieces of artistic integrity. Five years' worth of fantastical wanderings encased her home with each one a tombed memory that would never relinquish from the burrow of her brain. Memories which took hold over the present ones. Just that morning was Kandra sifting through the intestines of an Evolved's sweaty night with a male prostitute. Although barely known, the Hero still remained under the protection of the Agency, so her men were unable to dispose of the filth. When apprehending the Evolved for questioning three officers were caught in the man's rage. As she gulped down the last drop of the chardonnay could Kandra still hear the fatal cries of that decrepit beast of a man. His wails that none of it had been his fault yet with the evidence plastered across his torso.
Perhaps it wasn't, but that was the beauty of it all. The only fact the Chief knew was that three of her officers were dead, killed by the murderer she was forced to leave alone. Three men and women that had entrusted their safety to her vast authority yet met a violent end much like many others. Thus was a call made and that Hero was found rid of a soul the noon after. When life brought down a burdensome weight it was right to thrust some onto another for relief.
In the fervor of this quandary was her attention grasped by a groaning bleat irradiating from the mobile device. A caller left in her own tirade of majestical tales for this Chief to maintain as an enraptured audience. The same caller who orchestrated the violent end to the Hero, a figure whose silhouette always drew a stalwart smile from Kandra.
The woman's gaze fell on the device reminiscing on the prior month. Their visits together had to be put on hold due to the caller's actions of late. Still, Kandra awaited the moment for when she would be granted the right to return to her lover's side. Long had it been since she was embraced by an individual as socially adept and cognitively enthralled. There, as the bottle was swung between her fingers, did she lustfully swipe a finger at the profile icon that blotted her phone's cover. The caller's icon warmed her heart as it was of the dress she had worn in their original encounter. A time when Kandra drank deep in liquor to fill the hole of another to be saved by two strangers, one of which was this caller.
She had truly been blessed in this life. Beside the heartache, the failures, the sins brought upon her being, she was able to survive and live. Live with those lovingly near for the sanctity of her heart.
A chortling breath hitched in the caller's voice, breaking way for her next profound tale to begin shortly after. "Yeah, as I 'twas saying. The other night some hooligans dared to cross me!" Kandra hummed a positive acknowledgement in response to this apparently egregious act committed unto her lover. "Su-pposedly I had hit one of them while driving an hour ago. Now, I'm most definitely not the greatest of drivers but I took issue with their notion."
"Why would you?" The Chief played with a piece of her scalp, a rather short section that was about shaved down to her cranium with the other half lengthened with bangs that ran no longer than above her brow. She could already predict the coming punchline.
A shocked gasp, obviously rehearsed, played across the table and its synthetic wood material. Next came a startling yell of her name that rattled the Chief from her idol position, "KANDRA!? You know I don't even have a car!" She realized only then the heightened volume of her phone quickly hurrying to jot it down a few notches so that her peace would not be disturbed yet.
"Of course, I know." Kandra said with a coughing giggle of her own.
"Well, these brats positively mistook me for someone else. Probably an older lady that was adorned in a similar manner. Must've been one tight las if they couldn't tell the difference in their little scam." The last proclamation drew a strained purse of Kandra's lips with a hit of red creeping into view from her neck. Her lover always had an open perspective to their share of sexual encounters. A side that Kandra would not share in developing.
Wringing the rest of her hands from the idea of her lover with another person, Kandra asked, "So, what did you do with them?"
"Oh?" She acted like the question was a silly endeavor. "Why, I just gobbled them up as I usually do." A giggling rasp of breath plagued the room of her caller. It was a common occurrence for the woman's stories to end in such an exaggerated tone. That was for those unknowing of the truth behind such matters, but as the Chief all too commonly witnessed the aftermath of such tales knew the extent of honesty in her words.
The caller wheezed for a bit longer, constantly grappling with the final sentence as if it was a punchline worth retelling to others wishing for a comedy sketch of the ages. One which would surely have caused uproars amongst the greater public abroad. Then, before she could go into another one that would end in a similar manner and structure, Kandra posed a thought. "How are you doing? Hopefully you've healed since that incident."
On the other line, the caller was surely taken aback from her jovial mood. It took some adjusting for the woman to dive into a serious topic especially one so personal to the chest as this. However, when brought by the soothing stoicism of her partner she found the courage to continue. "Ah, well. Yeah, still got a bit of a limp but you know it's been much worse in the past. That block head couldn't be counted on for shite. Must've been drunk again, the bastard. Heh, maybe age is catching up to him?"
Kandra leaned forward on either elbow propping herself in position to whisper into the speaker of her phone. "When can I see you again? I want to see you." Silence echoed within the room from the other side. "I've seen it all. Remember when I had you over that time. Drug you out from the hail with a tsunami on my back."
"That time was rough; I nearly was gone then."
"Yeah, but that didn't happen, right?"
"I 'member." A deep melancholy radiated from both recipients of the time in which they were blanketed in the muck of bloody gore. Somehow an occurrence that found either of them without respite at a constant interval. "Charlie twas trying to put all his damn cartoon band-aids over my wounds. The little guy."
A smile returned to Kandra's face, relieving her of the fretful ideas.
'Charlie. The bugger. My bugger.'
"Fine, you can come tomorrow, Daffodil. Just make sure Charlie is at his classes before coming around. Can't be having that sprout getting used to such sights." Kandra clutched the phone to her chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. Her lover was not a forthright person, someone that would brave the horror of the world then relinquish only when called to. But then that call may be ignored as well. Sometimes she was made to give into such sublime wonderments.
"See you then… My Queen." Now it was time for her lover to be made speechless at the mention of her pet name. Kandra quickly ended the call without allowing for the other to return fire in the way of her own cherished nickname. Her icon slipped away into the nether of her now blackened screen surface. An icon that showcased her lover in a witch's pointed hat and corset emphasizing her diminutive bust.