Katya's War

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The piece of paper looked cheap and disposable and in no way commensurate with the hard work and trouble it was intended to reward.

Katya Kuriakova held up the paper between her index and middle finger and said, “What the hell is this?”

The Federal officer was too busy writing on his pad for several seconds before he could be bothered to answer her. “It’s your payment, captain.” He glanced up and deigned to look her in the face. “It’s a standard Federal compensation form, properly authorised. Payment in full for services rendered.”

Even a few years before, the officer might have found it strange to be calling a girl of sixteen “captain,” but that was what she was and protocol on such matters was inflexible. That her boat was some battered little utility bug was irrelevant. She stood there in a set of dark red overalls that bore her name and a “Master & Commander” stripe over the left breast pocket, her short blonde hair tousled unattractively by the same lack of sleep that was doubtless responsible for the dark rings under her eyes, glaring at him with aggressive disbelief, and holding up the Federal scrip as if it were a declaration of war or, at least, a grave personal insult.

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