Breathing hard, Jun struggles in Ken's wake. Fat makes her slow. Growth spurts have made her awkward.

Limbs pumping, Jun notes that the way the sun catches Ken's dark hair is a distraction in itself. Unlike her, Ken is almost too good-looking to be useful. But targets don't seem to notice him until its too late. And when things go missing, those he’s compromised fail to connect him with theft.

People tend to offer themselves, or anything else they can lay hold of, to him. She has done it, taken a half step toward him with with 'please' on her lips. She has reached for the rippled curves of the back of his upper arm to…

It doesn't really matter. Not only is he the commander, but, unlike her, he has a real name.

She bows her head, and picks up speed, gaining, gaining, and gaining until she's blown past him and crossed the finish line.