Sofia Campos
Interestingly, there were a few people who actually knew they had been saved by Primary Asset n°1, but not that he was more than who he had presented himself as. People who had never guessed that the man they had known for a few hours, perhaps a few days, was in fact the Man in a Suit, or even, simply someone else.
People who, at the same time, could also have a better understanding of at least some part of John Reese's personality, than the ones he saved as the Man in a Suit, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Some of these people actually cared for the alias they had met, even without having ever seen him again.
Sofia Campos was in Brazil when her cellphone rang, three days after Primary Asset n°1's demise. Her father was having a party with several political allies, and she had gone out of the house to get some air. She could understand that her father was relieved, now that the oddities in the political world had apparently died down, about three days ago. But she needed some time to herself, now.
She had felt a bit heavy in the chest for some time already, as she had noticed that the oddities weren't only in the political world, but everywhere. Reading the papers of various countries, she had noticed too many things that didn't make sense, and at the same time, that were made to look like they made sense, during the last year or so. It had worried her.
She didn't know the reason behind the oddities, though. But she could see them in the news, the elections, the disappearances.
It had been three days since she couldn't see anymore of it. Since the virus ICE-9 had destroyed the Internet, actually. Things were slowly getting back into place, though. The most basic functions worked again.
Something had happened.
What, Sofia Campos did not know.
Her cellphone rang, and when she looked at it, unbelievably, she got the hint of an answer to her questions. The screen had been taken over by a picture of the New York skyscraper that had been hit by a cruise missile in the chaos, as well as by an obituary for "John Randall", aka "John Reese".
Sofia Campos had to stop herself from crying, as the memories from that time, years ago, when a bodyguard had saved her life, when she had asked if he didn't want to come and work for her only, came back to her mind.
John Randall, or whoever he truly was, was dead. Him who had seen beyond what she showed to others, him who had allowed to be her own person, and not only her father's daughter, her friend was gone.
Perhaps he should have accepted to follow her to Brazil, after all.