Frozen Secrets, Part 1
2015, April 15th, Council of Venice Chambers - 13:42 Local time.
The raven haired woman stretched her neck and looked over the statistics on her screen again. “I think the team is ready. Three successful runs in the simulation and only one had an operative send to the well.” She looked over to Agent Ramirez and the woman nodded. “I agree with you Dr. Treublatt. And no friendly fire incident for a full day. You may have formed a team in only a bit longer than a week.”
Rovena sighed. In her mind this had taken far too long already and she really missed … yes, what did she miss? Ramirez gave her a look and before she was able to get lost in her sad thoughts again the German got back to the topic. “Might be. We’ll see how they do in the field. Give them ten hours of rest, then we deploy to the site again.” The Agent nodded in agreement. “They will be ready Doctor.”
about 2 hours later
Little waves splashed against the modern yacht Rovena was spending her off duty times on. She never made the effort to bring it back to London after the hidden operation she had done with Kyle and several others a bit more than a month ago and that made it the logical choice. That and the air filters that were able to keep the bad odor from the water of the rotting city out.
She stuffed dropped her phone to the table again and stepped away from it. Two text message conversations about cheating with the people she cared most about. She was not willing to admit it to anyone but it weighted heavy on her. Everything in her life felt like the dam city she was now working in. Rotting, sinking. Sure with beautiful sights but not rotten from beneath. Maybe she should transition to the CoV full time. Rovena laughed at the though with no amusement. No she would not, even if it was fitting. She made a promise to him. And she already had broken the most important once she had given to him. She would not break this one.
She had been busy for most of the last days. Usually she spend sixteen or more hours working before she just collapsed in her bed. Not much time to think. Not like now. These were the really hard times for the German. When everything was done, when she was alone with her dark thoughts.
Maybe a shower would help to wash the dark thoughts that sparked in her again away, but she did not even made it into the shower. After undressing her eyes fell on the rings again. The one from him on her dog tags. Those she only wore when on duty. And hers of course. The one on her finger. The one she loved and the other she was about to marry. Not like the later was widely known. For a moment she wondered why she was still hiding it. She was never hiding anything about her and Sophie. Had no doubts about her. Until now.
Her fist mashed into the sink and again she was quite glad it was, like everything on this ship, quite sturdy build. “Ahh, fuck.” Rovena shook her hand and turned on the shower. This is when she noticed the tears in her eyes and slammed the sink once more, not caring from the pain, it was dull compared to what her heart endured every day since her breakup with Kyle had begun. She had not really consider it done. Not until he saw him with Trena all over Ealdwick and twitter every day and knew she had lost. Everything. She would not get him back. Even if she left Sophie, even if she would become monogamous with him, there was no chance for her anymore.
She placed her bet on the wrong horse, believed that Simerin could be for him what Sophie was for her. That the four of them could be a great family. She was wrong, so wrong. Now both her and Simerin were dumped and he was going to raise his kid with this bitch. A honor she had given anything for. But as so often she failed to express it in the right words. Another punch, filled with hate towards herself, to Simerin and Trena, hit, this time the mirror. It shattered in her hand started to bleed. She gave no fuck.
Maybe she just should kill that woman. That could work. Take care of him when he mourned … She had done it in the past and … what?!? No! She had not done it in the past. Or yes? Did she? Confusion hit her, the cabin started to turn. Her hands grabbed for something to hold onto but it was too late. Head first she slammed onto the ground and blacked out.
A long gone Summer Heidelberg University, Germany.
The young Student had issues to concentrate on the test in front of her. It was advanced ancient Greek and not her strong course in the first place but she was unable to think about vocabulary and grammar of the long dead language. All her mind was able to was replaying the scene that happened only minutes before she had to head out for the test. She caught her roommate with her Ex lover. Sure it probably happened to everyone at one point in their life but for her it was the first time. Her first love and her roommate, the first person she ever had sex with.
“Proffessor, können sie bitte die Heizung noch etwas höher drehen.“*professor, could you please turn up the heater. The words from her neighbor got her back to reality and she realized she was channeling Anima again, realized she was unable to control it once more. The last time this happened, she brutally slaughtered a gang that raped one of her friends. She really had to get out of here. Her fellow students were innocent. Well, at least in this regards. She needed to get rid of the rage but she would not make it to London and the Templar training grounds.
Rovena had to channel it somewhere else. At someone else. Her. Yes, she earned it. Knowing the archeology student was still trying to get her boyfriend back and fucking him … yes she had it coming. Dark, cold rage took over and she got up, handed the test in and rushed outside, surely raising some attention but she did not give a fuck at that moment. Tears ran down her cheeks but had dried when she got to her apartment a few minutes later.
“Maria!” She shouted, not holding back her hatred, her anger. Rovena felt how a sharp frostbolt formed in her right hand, felt the rush of power when Anima ran through her body once more. There were a few steps behind the door leading to the bedroom. “Rovena, you are back already?” said a familiar voice. Something was wrong about it but her reflexes were faster. The frostbolt smashed through the wooden door and a painful shout came from behind it. Then she realized it. It was a male voice. His voice.
2015, April 15th, Venice 18:45 local time
Rovena blinked. There was a dull pain on her forehead and she tried to get up despite the staggering, the urge to throw up. Her eyes darted to the mirror. It took her a moment to realize that the shattered glass was frozen over. Like the whole room. “Fuck.” she muttered and sat down on the toilet. She buried her face in her hands and cried in agony. Over and over she swore herself something like this would never happen again. But how to make sure it would not.
She was not sure how long it took her to get up again but the ice was gone by that time and she took care of the slight laceration on her forehead. The bleeding had already stopped but she treated it regardless. Rovena only quickly washed herself and got into one of her power suites. Today she needed to be in her armor, the armor of a leader. Something to help her cover up her weakness.
When she left the boat to get back to the Council for deployment she took a detour to a goldsmith.
to be continued