Overlap Part 2 (Part 2&4 Draft)
"No, not that kinda thing, Priss!" Nene was indignant.
"Be quiet and let Sylia speak." A voice rang from behind. It was Nigel.
"Yes, we've had enough bickering already - and I am expressly surprised at Priss." Linna piped up.
"Hey! That means that you're always expectation this kinda behaviour from me!"
Linna started to open her mouth, but Priss cut her to it.
"Of course, Nene. Remember when¡¦"
"And could I ask you guys to be QUIET!!!!!" Sylia was fast losing her nerves.
"I'm sorry. So what is it about?" Priss asked.
Nene sighed, and Sylia fixed on her a look so devastating Nene cringed into the couch."
"It's about time. I know we have been driven to the edge of the cliff lately, with one hit after another, not to mention that the AD Police have issued death warrants again. But this meeting is nothing of that; we need to have our new hardsuits fitted,"
"And we gotta do it fast." Nigel finished the sentence.
Priss raised a finger. "May I ask a question?"
Sylia hesitated. "Yes, you may, Priss."
"Why the sudden need?"
"Well, you can ask Nene about it - she knows the best in this matter, or at least the areas on which the AD Police is involved in."
"And may I speak now?" Nene piped up as she slowly straightened herself.
Sylia nodded.
"Ok, the storyline is, our info department is collecting data to update our K-Suits to keep up with the higher levels of violence in rogue boomers."
Everyone groaned. Priss rolled her eyes. "No offence to you, Nene, but what kind of nuts DO they employ at the AD Police?"
"I know the K-Suit is ineffective, but this has got to have a crucial point; a company called Magitech is manufacturing the prototypes right now."
"So who is this company called Magitech?" Linna was all curious.
"I have reason to believe they're at least indirectly related to Genom."
This set the Knightsabers at instant unease. Would this mean¡¦?
"Yes." Mackie appeared from the door. 'It means ¡¦"
____________________
I feel a presence in my room.
I turn around. Lights flick on.
"My little black angel..." A smiling figure at the doorway.
Him.
"How is Tokyo so far?" he asks, as he settles next to me. I shrink away when his arm touches me;
I am not dressed when I go to sleep, and his arm feels cold.
"I don't understand," I tell Him, as I look at Him in the eye.
"Why did you come, when you knew that I am not allowed to receive your orders any longer?"
He sighs, and turns His face away. "Did Langley command you this?"
"Yes."
"You are afraid of Langley and hate Langley?"
"Yes."
"Yet you follow her comands."
"I am commanded to."
I am screaming in my head,
"What am I to you?"
"You're my master."
"What are you to me?"
"I am...I am...your slave."
I keep repeating the call in my head, then I burst out, talking about what was in my head.
"Oh please don't push it too far...don't!"
"What is it, child?"
He looks at me knowingly. Must've been sitting at the back of my mind.
I look back at him. Should I lie?
"It's nothing...I am tired that's all..."
At the same time I am screaming in my head....
But He takes no notice. Instead, He comes closer and closer...
"Come on, child. You're not afraid of me, aren't you?"
I call for Langley.
The response is sharp.
I ask. Was Langley really saying this?
My head is becoming faint and dizzy.
I close my eyes.
I tell her I do not know what to do.
My head blurs, all thought becoming twisted beyond, control, beyond humane reason.
I do not understand, I do not understand...
__________________
People walking across the streets may have seen a white factory boomer slip out of the closed lab doors into the street.
But then, maybe they haven't.
We know that it was too late by the time a scream rang out in the back lanes.
__________________
Nene adjusted her helmet.
"Visor is much stronger and better... It's got more speed potential and seems to be TIGHTLY binding my body...."
Linna giggled.
"Just give up those hot snacks alright Nene?"
Nene glared at Linna, which Sylia noticed.
"No, the new suits are designed that way. With these suits we are trying a new way of combat."
Priss looked surprised.
"What? No more bam-bam kaboom?"
"No, we're still fighting hand-to-hand, but not as physically."
Linna turned. "Then what is the new fighting procedure?"
Sylia looked sideways. "We-ll....You'll find out when we get into action."
Nigel signalled her to walk away with him, and Sylia followed.
Turning around at the last minute, Sylia looked hard at Priss.
"Remember to not lose your cool so easily, Priss. Okay?"
Then the door shut behind Sylia, leaving the Knightsabers all looking at each other.
"Ok, I wonder what was the reason she fitted us with these hardsuits."
"Don't you remember, Priss?" Linna, looking confident, followed with the following words -
"She wanted to try out a new mode of combat."
"Yeah you're right in that part, Linna, but..." Nene was looking solemn.
"What do you think it is about?"
"It's not only about the AD Police, right? We don't usually care so much for them that we
wear hardsuits exclusively designed to save them from being trapped inside rogue boomers."
Priss narrowed her eyes. "I begin see where you're hitting at..."
"And why is Sylia leaving us here with the suits still on? What DID she mean by
'we'll find out?'It's not as though there's gonna be an emergency... "
At that moment, an alarm sounded.
"...was gonna happen right now." Linna finished it for her.
"Let's get going!" Priss yelled. 'We're gonna HIT IT!"
The others nodded and set off to launch.
________________
-4th February 2040-
I woke.
Now that it is all over, he looks at me.
Yes, he is looking at me with contempt. Is this what happens in the end?
I look back at him with scorn and loathing. The same build, the same figure.
Promises of protection. All dissolved into thin air. Mist.
Langley's command rings in my ear.
I get up. I follow her orders. He says something to me, a mumble to my ears. I do not understand.
I shouln't understand. It may become a hinderance to my total obdience to Langley.
I adjust my wristguards. It fits perfectly, like it has always been. I am ready to prowl.
I jump out the window, unto the rooftop of some building and glide through the air. The
night air feels crisp upon my ears, and chills my earrings, making my earlobes numb.
Langley asks me.
I ask in response,
Langley does not respond.
But it is of no consquence to me, for I see the Knightsabers just a couple of kilometres away, gliding through the air to the same target:
a white factory boomer, set up by GENOM to get the Knightsabers captured by the AD Police.
I look down at the masses of people, who are venturing out for a look despite the danger.
Was danger a thrill to them? Was looking at the Knightsabers worth a possible gamble with Death?
I shall never find out. I was not born to find that out anyway.
There are three knightsabers in total: Blue, Green and Red. All three emit a field strangely familiar to me.
Red's structure is slightly different; perhaps she is not made for combat mode.
I find that I am wrong however; Red is the first to strike, with a form of laser discharge.
Point-blank laser discharge. I draw out a tool, and attracted a spent one to come nearer to me. I pick it up.
It seems to emit a field of its own - possibly to stun the boomer, but not to kill.
It is not lethal enough. I turn around. A different signal field. What can it mean?
AD Police - thought comes into my head.
AD Police. Brown-haired guy with glasses. GENOM. Knightsabers.
I am now in a confusing position. If I help the brown-haired guy, I will betray hte Knightsabers.
Shall I help the Knightsabers? I decide yes, and start gaining altitude once more after taking a few shots of he action.
I come to an abandoned street. I hear the sirens in the distance - they are moving this way.
I lift up my hand, and my eyesight connects to an abandoned boomer part lying on the road.
It glows blue, and comes to life. Resurrection.
IT starts sprouting arms and legs. Regeneration.
I gaze at it. It is fascinating. I enter a single word into its primitive brain.
The boomer turns, looks and howls. Rogue activity!
The boomer is growing rapidly, and it soon blocks the road sufficiently. I place barricades around its sides, back, below it and above it.
Now it has no way to go, cornered by the AD Police. That'll give the Knightsabers enough time.
The AD Police seem to have inefficient methods and will take half an hour, give or take a few minutes.
The car doors open. This is more interesting than the Knightsabers. I fix a Skylark on the wall
to capture the Knightsabers' aura prints, and watch the AD Police instead.
"Rogue boomer! I did not know there was two!" one of them yells.
"Look up there, that thing in silver and blue! Could that be another Knightsaber?"
Oh no. that person is pointing to me. Do I look like one? I wonder too. I have personally
never heard of a silver-and-blue Knightsaber.
Oh well. Looks like I will have to steal the show this time. I shrug, and go down.
_____________________
Leon was staring intently at the silver and blue figure that was coming down.
"I never saw that one in my life."
Daley nodded. "Probably a new one. the suit looks kinda different though."
"Yes, it does - almost as though it was designed for a different purpose."
"And look at the attacks. The technique is quite different to the other Knightsabers...
I have personally never seen one that - Whoa! What is that?!"
The figure jumped, somersaulted and drew out a chain-type weapon, shaped vaguely like a
scorpion's tail. One flash, a gleam of the blade and through the boomer's core it went.
The boomer fell, creating a cloud of dust, and the Knightsaber flew away.
"Geez that was fast," Leon commented after a while.
"Yeah, speed must be its ga-" Then Daley stopped silent.
"Ok what is it NOW?" Leon turned around to face Daley.
Daley pointed at a distant object.
Leon's eyes followed the finger, and there were the Knightsabers, flying away after the battle.
"Look...the silver one is not included in the pack."
"And how do you know that, Daley? You wear glasses, and plus their suits are dark."
"But not our new Knightsaber, right? And I can't see it."
"Another thing, how can you be sure it was silver in the first place and not white? The white one has a cloaking device you know."
Here Daley thought for a moment, then hit upon a new point. "Then have you ever seen the white
one draw out a weapon shaped like a scorpion's tail?"
"Okay you got me there, Daley. So what is my wise partner thinking?"
Daley's eyes narrowed. "I don't know. But I have taken some shots of it - we'll use the projectiles to find out what it is."
____________________
Miraka locked the textiles room from the inside, then ran the Bernina.
"****ing bastard...What IS his problem?"
"You don't exactly have to say that, and I think he heard." a voice came from behind.
Miraka turned, and there stood Lionel, just back from Tokyo and looking innocent.
"Look Mr Kukaracha, if you don't go away now I'll definetely tell Tienx."
"Oy! Don't diss my surname! Plus, if the plan goes through, Tienx will be Mrs Kuka.."*Slap!*
"Ok, that hurt. Now there is no need to get so hothea..."*slap!*
"Stop it!" Lionel rubbed his reddening cheeks. "Now what was THAT for?"
"Look, will you PLEASE step outside, considering that I am only wearing my petticoat right now
and you're the cause of it!"
Realisation struck Lionel.
After a few uncomfortable seconds, Lionel started, "Hey you've got a nice..." then he stopped as
Miraka raised a 2x4 to eye level.
"'Kay, okay I'm going..."
Then the door shut, and Miraka pushed the Bernina pedal harder.
____________________
Parking myself in front of the com, I run the aura motion clip.
Three suited Knightsabers.
Red one, with cords underneath the outer layer, probably used for direct linking with systems.
Green one, with 2 cutters coming out of the shoulder that deftly slices the boomer's many arms and legs as it leaps,
almost like dancing.
Blue one, leader? Knucklebombers and general hardcore of the hardcore suiting.
I press replay twice, then three times until it focuses on the scene of the Blue one ripping the core out of the boomer.
Ripping it out. Must enjoy it to some extent, and not deal it as just a job to be paid in... Do they get paid?
Then by whom?
I focused on all three as they entered the scene. A window flashed up. Aura scanning.
The patterns match about 15 likely human matches and 16 different machinery in each one.
I sit and think. Have I seen this aura pattern somewhere?
I am not sure, there are limits to a SkyLark at such great distances. It could be anything from boomers to myself to Dr Stingray
to GENOM to AD Police to....
My brain hits upon an idea. I scroll down, then get a scanning of my aura.
Strange warped signals fill the room, and one of the computer window flashes in vivid yellows and
blacks as it registers my aura and compares it to the Knightsabers.
I started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Hair at the back of my neck began to rise.
Images form in my head. A bald girl, a disgusting half-human, half-boomer thing that looked
like the bald girl, a boy with blue eyes, a motorcycle.....drum set, high heels, lipstick,
computers, a marine creature...
I began to link the images.
Bald girl - half-boomer thing - marine creature - boy with blue eyes
boy with blue eyes - computer - marine creature - motorcycle - bald girl
motorcycle - drum set - high heels - bald girl
No, this is not enough. I need more, as much as I can get from these auras.
Pink - red - marine creature - computers - Knightsaver - boy with blue eyes...BINGO!
Now I guess. GENOM is out of the question, as they handle the boomers violently and did not try to destroy remaining evidence.
Who could Red, then be related to?
My brain brings up a linear chain of reasoning.
computers - internet - linking priority - information access priority - all data access -
I point a finger, and the search response came up.
Although the AD Police and the Knightsabers are pole-to-pole enemies, it is worth a mention.
I smile, and pack a disk containing the aura clip, now converted to video image, and send it to
the AD Police.
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"No, not that kinda thing, Priss!" Nene was indignant.
"Be quiet and let Sylia speak." A voice rang from behind. It was Nigel.
"Yes, we've had enough bickering already - and I am expressly surprised at Priss." Linna piped up.
"Hey! That means that you're always expectation this kinda behaviour from me!"
Linna started to open her mouth, but Priss cut her to it.
"Of course, Nene. Remember when¡¦"
"And could I ask you guys to be QUIET!!!!!" Sylia was fast losing her nerves.
"I'm sorry. So what is it about?" Priss asked.
Nene sighed, and Sylia fixed on her a look so devastating Nene cringed into the couch."
"It's about time. I know we have been driven to the edge of the cliff lately, with one hit after another, not to mention that the AD Police have issued death warrants again. But this meeting is nothing of that; we need to have our new hardsuits fitted,"
"And we gotta do it fast." Nigel finished the sentence.
Priss raised a finger. "May I ask a question?"
Sylia hesitated. "Yes, you may, Priss."
"Why the sudden need?"
"Well, you can ask Nene about it - she knows the best in this matter, or at least the areas on which the AD Police is involved in."
"And may I speak now?" Nene piped up as she slowly straightened herself.
Sylia nodded.
"Ok, the storyline is, our info department is collecting data to update our K-Suits to keep up with the higher levels of violence in rogue boomers."
Everyone groaned. Priss rolled her eyes. "No offence to you, Nene, but what kind of nuts DO they employ at the AD Police?"
"I know the K-Suit is ineffective, but this has got to have a crucial point; a company called Magitech is manufacturing the prototypes right now."
"So who is this company called Magitech?" Linna was all curious.
"I have reason to believe they're at least indirectly related to Genom."
This set the Knightsabers at instant unease. Would this mean¡¦?
"Yes." Mackie appeared from the door. 'It means ¡¦"
____________________
I feel a presence in my room.
I turn around. Lights flick on.
"My little black angel..." A smiling figure at the doorway.
Him.
"How is Tokyo so far?" he asks, as he settles next to me. I shrink away when his arm touches me;
I am not dressed when I go to sleep, and his arm feels cold.
"I don't understand," I tell Him, as I look at Him in the eye.
"Why did you come, when you knew that I am not allowed to receive your orders any longer?"
He sighs, and turns His face away. "Did Langley command you this?"
"Yes."
"You are afraid of Langley and hate Langley?"
"Yes."
"Yet you follow her comands."
"I am commanded to."
I am screaming in my head,
"What am I to you?"
"You're my master."
"What are you to me?"
"I am...I am...your slave."
I keep repeating the call in my head, then I burst out, talking about what was in my head.
"Oh please don't push it too far...don't!"
"What is it, child?"
He looks at me knowingly. Must've been sitting at the back of my mind.
I look back at him. Should I lie?
"It's nothing...I am tired that's all..."
At the same time I am screaming in my head....
But He takes no notice. Instead, He comes closer and closer...
"Come on, child. You're not afraid of me, aren't you?"
I call for Langley.
The response is sharp.
I ask. Was Langley really saying this?
My head is becoming faint and dizzy.
I close my eyes.
I tell her I do not know what to do.
My head blurs, all thought becoming twisted beyond, control, beyond humane reason.
I do not understand, I do not understand...
__________________
People walking across the streets may have seen a white factory boomer slip out of the closed lab doors into the street.
But then, maybe they haven't.
We know that it was too late by the time a scream rang out in the back lanes.
__________________
Nene adjusted her helmet.
"Visor is much stronger and better... It's got more speed potential and seems to be TIGHTLY binding my body...."
Linna giggled.
"Just give up those hot snacks alright Nene?"
Nene glared at Linna, which Sylia noticed.
"No, the new suits are designed that way. With these suits we are trying a new way of combat."
Priss looked surprised.
"What? No more bam-bam kaboom?"
"No, we're still fighting hand-to-hand, but not as physically."
Linna turned. "Then what is the new fighting procedure?"
Sylia looked sideways. "We-ll....You'll find out when we get into action."
Nigel signalled her to walk away with him, and Sylia followed.
Turning around at the last minute, Sylia looked hard at Priss.
"Remember to not lose your cool so easily, Priss. Okay?"
Then the door shut behind Sylia, leaving the Knightsabers all looking at each other.
"Ok, I wonder what was the reason she fitted us with these hardsuits."
"Don't you remember, Priss?" Linna, looking confident, followed with the following words -
"She wanted to try out a new mode of combat."
"Yeah you're right in that part, Linna, but..." Nene was looking solemn.
"What do you think it is about?"
"It's not only about the AD Police, right? We don't usually care so much for them that we
wear hardsuits exclusively designed to save them from being trapped inside rogue boomers."
Priss narrowed her eyes. "I begin see where you're hitting at..."
"And why is Sylia leaving us here with the suits still on? What DID she mean by
'we'll find out?'It's not as though there's gonna be an emergency... "
At that moment, an alarm sounded.
"...was gonna happen right now." Linna finished it for her.
"Let's get going!" Priss yelled. 'We're gonna HIT IT!"
The others nodded and set off to launch.
________________
-4th February 2040-
I woke.
Now that it is all over, he looks at me.
Yes, he is looking at me with contempt. Is this what happens in the end?
I look back at him with scorn and loathing. The same build, the same figure.
Promises of protection. All dissolved into thin air. Mist.
Langley's command rings in my ear.
I get up. I follow her orders. He says something to me, a mumble to my ears. I do not understand.
I shouln't understand. It may become a hinderance to my total obdience to Langley.
I adjust my wristguards. It fits perfectly, like it has always been. I am ready to prowl.
I jump out the window, unto the rooftop of some building and glide through the air. The
night air feels crisp upon my ears, and chills my earrings, making my earlobes numb.
Langley asks me.
I ask in response,
Langley does not respond.
But it is of no consquence to me, for I see the Knightsabers just a couple of kilometres away, gliding through the air to the same target:
a white factory boomer, set up by GENOM to get the Knightsabers captured by the AD Police.
I look down at the masses of people, who are venturing out for a look despite the danger.
Was danger a thrill to them? Was looking at the Knightsabers worth a possible gamble with Death?
I shall never find out. I was not born to find that out anyway.
There are three knightsabers in total: Blue, Green and Red. All three emit a field strangely familiar to me.
Red's structure is slightly different; perhaps she is not made for combat mode.
I find that I am wrong however; Red is the first to strike, with a form of laser discharge.
Point-blank laser discharge. I draw out a tool, and attracted a spent one to come nearer to me. I pick it up.
It seems to emit a field of its own - possibly to stun the boomer, but not to kill.
It is not lethal enough. I turn around. A different signal field. What can it mean?
AD Police - thought comes into my head.
AD Police. Brown-haired guy with glasses. GENOM. Knightsabers.
I am now in a confusing position. If I help the brown-haired guy, I will betray hte Knightsabers.
Shall I help the Knightsabers? I decide yes, and start gaining altitude once more after taking a few shots of he action.
I come to an abandoned street. I hear the sirens in the distance - they are moving this way.
I lift up my hand, and my eyesight connects to an abandoned boomer part lying on the road.
It glows blue, and comes to life. Resurrection.
IT starts sprouting arms and legs. Regeneration.
I gaze at it. It is fascinating. I enter a single word into its primitive brain.
The boomer turns, looks and howls. Rogue activity!
The boomer is growing rapidly, and it soon blocks the road sufficiently. I place barricades around its sides, back, below it and above it.
Now it has no way to go, cornered by the AD Police. That'll give the Knightsabers enough time.
The AD Police seem to have inefficient methods and will take half an hour, give or take a few minutes.
The car doors open. This is more interesting than the Knightsabers. I fix a Skylark on the wall
to capture the Knightsabers' aura prints, and watch the AD Police instead.
"Rogue boomer! I did not know there was two!" one of them yells.
"Look up there, that thing in silver and blue! Could that be another Knightsaber?"
Oh no. that person is pointing to me. Do I look like one? I wonder too. I have personally
never heard of a silver-and-blue Knightsaber.
Oh well. Looks like I will have to steal the show this time. I shrug, and go down.
_____________________
Leon was staring intently at the silver and blue figure that was coming down.
"I never saw that one in my life."
Daley nodded. "Probably a new one. the suit looks kinda different though."
"Yes, it does - almost as though it was designed for a different purpose."
"And look at the attacks. The technique is quite different to the other Knightsabers...
I have personally never seen one that - Whoa! What is that?!"
The figure jumped, somersaulted and drew out a chain-type weapon, shaped vaguely like a
scorpion's tail. One flash, a gleam of the blade and through the boomer's core it went.
The boomer fell, creating a cloud of dust, and the Knightsaber flew away.
"Geez that was fast," Leon commented after a while.
"Yeah, speed must be its ga-" Then Daley stopped silent.
"Ok what is it NOW?" Leon turned around to face Daley.
Daley pointed at a distant object.
Leon's eyes followed the finger, and there were the Knightsabers, flying away after the battle.
"Look...the silver one is not included in the pack."
"And how do you know that, Daley? You wear glasses, and plus their suits are dark."
"But not our new Knightsaber, right? And I can't see it."
"Another thing, how can you be sure it was silver in the first place and not white? The white one has a cloaking device you know."
Here Daley thought for a moment, then hit upon a new point. "Then have you ever seen the white
one draw out a weapon shaped like a scorpion's tail?"
"Okay you got me there, Daley. So what is my wise partner thinking?"
Daley's eyes narrowed. "I don't know. But I have taken some shots of it - we'll use the projectiles to find out what it is."
____________________
Miraka locked the textiles room from the inside, then ran the Bernina.
"****ing bastard...What IS his problem?"
"You don't exactly have to say that, and I think he heard." a voice came from behind.
Miraka turned, and there stood Lionel, just back from Tokyo and looking innocent.
"Look Mr Kukaracha, if you don't go away now I'll definetely tell Tienx."
"Oy! Don't diss my surname! Plus, if the plan goes through, Tienx will be Mrs Kuka.."*Slap!*
"Ok, that hurt. Now there is no need to get so hothea..."*slap!*
"Stop it!" Lionel rubbed his reddening cheeks. "Now what was THAT for?"
"Look, will you PLEASE step outside, considering that I am only wearing my petticoat right now
and you're the cause of it!"
Realisation struck Lionel.
After a few uncomfortable seconds, Lionel started, "Hey you've got a nice..." then he stopped as
Miraka raised a 2x4 to eye level.
"'Kay, okay I'm going..."
Then the door shut, and Miraka pushed the Bernina pedal harder.
____________________
Parking myself in front of the com, I run the aura motion clip.
Three suited Knightsabers.
Red one, with cords underneath the outer layer, probably used for direct linking with systems.
Green one, with 2 cutters coming out of the shoulder that deftly slices the boomer's many arms and legs as it leaps,
almost like dancing.
Blue one, leader? Knucklebombers and general hardcore of the hardcore suiting.
I press replay twice, then three times until it focuses on the scene of the Blue one ripping the core out of the boomer.
Ripping it out. Must enjoy it to some extent, and not deal it as just a job to be paid in... Do they get paid?
Then by whom?
I focused on all three as they entered the scene. A window flashed up. Aura scanning.
The patterns match about 15 likely human matches and 16 different machinery in each one.
I sit and think. Have I seen this aura pattern somewhere?
I am not sure, there are limits to a SkyLark at such great distances. It could be anything from boomers to myself to Dr Stingray
to GENOM to AD Police to....
My brain hits upon an idea. I scroll down, then get a scanning of my aura.
Strange warped signals fill the room, and one of the computer window flashes in vivid yellows and
blacks as it registers my aura and compares it to the Knightsabers.
I started to feel slightly uncomfortable. Hair at the back of my neck began to rise.
Images form in my head. A bald girl, a disgusting half-human, half-boomer thing that looked
like the bald girl, a boy with blue eyes, a motorcycle.....drum set, high heels, lipstick,
computers, a marine creature...
I began to link the images.
Bald girl - half-boomer thing - marine creature - boy with blue eyes
boy with blue eyes - computer - marine creature - motorcycle - bald girl
motorcycle - drum set - high heels - bald girl
No, this is not enough. I need more, as much as I can get from these auras.
Pink - red - marine creature - computers - Knightsaver - boy with blue eyes...BINGO!
Now I guess. GENOM is out of the question, as they handle the boomers violently and did not try to destroy remaining evidence.
Who could Red, then be related to?
My brain brings up a linear chain of reasoning.
computers - internet - linking priority - information access priority - all data access -
I point a finger, and the search response came up.
Although the AD Police and the Knightsabers are pole-to-pole enemies, it is worth a mention.
I smile, and pack a disk containing the aura clip, now converted to video image, and send it to
the AD Police.
______________