Candice had gotten a text message from one her fans that none other than Alister Malrain was at a local grocery store. She would be seriously pissed off if this was some kind of joke, but she did not have any other leads on any of the good pilots, so this took priority.<br/><br/>“Hurry up, you clumsy ass.”<br/><br/>“Yes, Miss Fiedler.” Her freakishly tall cameraman Ted followed her out of the hovervan and into the store, holding a bulky holorecorder. He was also one of her fanboys, and therefore willing to work for peanuts. “But my van is illegally par—”<br/><br/>“Shut your fucking piehole, Ted—I’ve got better things to worry about than your creepy windowless van that totally doesn’t look like it belongs to a sex pervert.”<br/><br/>“But—”<br/><br/>“There he is!” she whispered fiercely. She ran up to her target, with Ted right on her heels. “Alister Malrain! How about a word, for the sake of all your devoted fans? How’s the first family of mechs doing?” She gave a friendly smile, though admittedly if he knew the first thing about her he knew her intentions were not benign.