Myka could remember that day. It was one of her most vivid-and horrifying-memories. Even with an eidetic memory, she couldn't remember everything. Some events and conversations would slip away, but not this one. Not ever.
It was in her mind as fresh as anything, as if it had happened only yesterday. In fact, it was many weeks ago that it happened, but it kept replaying in her mind, like a broken record, or a scratched cd.
She suspected that one day someone from their team would leave, but not in this way. Especially never ending up this way.
Never ending up for the other side.
Of course, he hadn't been at the Warehouse for that long. For all Myka knew, for all anyone knew, he had been a double agent the whole time.
It made Myka's stomach churn just thinking about it. Was every moment she had ever spent with him just a fake? Had he been studying her, watching her every move, just waiting for the command to pounce? Was his apparent liking to her a false image, just a job requirement?
Myka hoped not. She wished with every part of her being that it wasn't true.
She had taken a liking to him and his built-in lie detector. She loved how he didn't find Pete's jokes funny, but was closer to Claudia than anyone. She loved how smart he was, and how every mission was exciting to him.
Myka wanted him back. If anything, she wanted what he brought to the team back. She missed Claudia's laughter, and Pete's grins. She missed Artie's not as tense words, but most of all, she missed his smile.
His laughter.
Him.
Myka may not have had the same feelings for him as Claudia did, but she missed him. She wanted him back with every part of her being.
She wanted him back, safe and sound.
She just wanted Jinxy back.