The only good thing about a lack of mission was the celebration afterward. Kijani enjoyed many of the facilities at the Legion base, including the pleasure clubs and the restaurants. There was debauchary everywhere, and she had to say she loved it. This was the natural state of things. Everyone would live this way if they had the opportunity - enjoying what they wished without fear of consequences. Whoever thought they were immune was just lying to themselves.

Kijani spent time after the mission decompressing on the dance floor. She was a vision in a glittering red top and short shorts. People stared. She knew she could have her pick of the various soldiers, supers and mercenary men tonight.  But - tonight she had other plans. She wanted to watch someone burn. Yes, tonight was the night that Angela Manheim was going to get ousted. That "pretty lady" made Kijani's skin crawl in a way she couldn't explain. Normally, she'd admire a self-made woman. Running her own syndicate, rising to power - good stuff! But there was something so off about Angela's behavior and mannerisms that it did nothing but piss Kijani off.

Once she was done at the club, she went to her quarters. She showered and dressed in a pristine, professional black business suit, and went to watch the woman's trial. Once there, she felt almost sick that Angela's thoughts were very much like her own. She wanted something, so she took it, and to think otherwise was foolish. Damn - if only she was likeable.