butterflybullet:

Vernique had gotten Solver down for a nap, and she was sitting alone, listening to music, particularly an odd little folkish song that Dr. Vernard had mentioned at a charity function. "It is a beautiful song," he had said, "by my favorite American songwriter. And I hate it."
A girl had to look into something like that, right?
...Yeah. Bad plan, listening to a song about sun gods and the necessity of violence, right after putting your baby sun god, with his Great Big Destiny, to bed.

It's not that she was a pacifist or something, it's just....

anyastark:

Hurricane Anya breezed into New York after a week of traveling for Ren Tech business. She and Bridget had been to New Mexico, Detroit and Alabama surveying possible sites for production facilities. There was a stop in DC to meet with a few politicians and assure them that she had no plans on weaponizing the tech outside of non-lethal stun weapons.

Anya stopped in New York on her way back to Boston since today was her father's birthday. She had scheduled lunch with him to see him and give him his gift. This year she got him a week's worth of babysitting for Monkey Boy and a trip for him and mom. Lunch was a quiet affair with just she and Dad. They talked about the family, but most of the conversation was about Ren Tech. Anya loved every second of it.

After lunch she met backup with Bridget and together they headed for the Genoshan Embassy. They had a meeting with one Andrew Summers about Zero Point Energy use and manufacture in Genosha. The car arrived at the Embassy and the driver opened the door so Anya and Bridget could step out. Taking a deep breath, Anya approached the door with Bridget next to her.