"Come on Axl!" Perky and playful, Jennie dashed ahead of him, using her dash boots for extra speed. Axl laughed and matched her easily… a few Reploids ahead dodged and favored them with a few swear words, but they were both too happy to care. "Hey, let's check our mail before we go!" Jennie slid to a stop in front of the counter and the apprehensive mail clerk. "Jennie Velazquez please! And Axl… uh… do you have a last name?"

"Nope." Axl leaned against the counter with a wide smile. "Brighten my day and tell me I have a postcard." The mail clerk turned away and looked through the pigeon holes on the wall to find…

"I'm afraid not, sir. Just bills." She passed them over to Axl, who winced theatrically as Jennie giggled. "But you, miss… you have a parcel."

"A parcel?" Who could have sent her… "Oh, of course, my… uh, creator! It's probably a care package!" That was a very nice thought. She knew from long experience living in a dorm that sharing care packages was one of the best ways to make tons of friends. No one could resist the lure of home baked brownies.

The package was surprisingly big, though. The mail clerk brought it out on a dolly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!" Axl urged her. Jennie frowned… a lot of people were watching now… then shrugged. Really, what did it matter if they saw? She quickly broke the seals and opened it to find…

"Ohhh, brownies!" There was a huge tub sitting on the top. She carefully pulled them out and handed them to Axl. "Don't eat them all, or we'll be peeling you off the ceiling" She grinned as he started to pry it open.

"Wouldn't… mrff… dream of it. These are good!" Jennie giggled at him, but kept digging into the crate. It was much too big for just that tub. Packing peanuts spilled onto the floor, and she silently hoped the mail clerk had a dustpan she could use.

"There's something BIG in here… Axl, can you put those down and help me?" She couldn't get a firm grip on both ends, and whatever it was had been jammed into the crate tightly. As the watchers converged on the brownies, they managed to yank it out.

"What… this looks like something you'd use to transport armor!" Axl blinked at the hard, formed plastic container, and Jennie's eyes widened. What could her brother have sent her?

Then she remembered the buster, the powerful buster she'd been forced to leave behind. And the armor upgrades…

Suddenly eager, she touched the combination lock on the case. It opened with a hiss of indrawn air.

"Ohhh." She breathed out as she lifted the buster free of the case. Everyone quieted as they saw it. Right now, her buster was the common one issued to all rookies. But this… this was far beyond that, and it showed. It was slimmer, painted and adorned perfectly for her armor, and just looked sleek and deadly.

"What is that?" Axl leaned over her shoulder, fascinated. "Your creator sent it to you? Who is he?" Most Reploids were made on assembly lines, and didn't really have creators, unless you counted the person who had created the line originally. Jennie cuddled the blaster, remembering her practices with it.

"David Herkowitz." She blinked and looked up as she heard several gasps. "What?" Most of the audience was looking puzzled… but the technicians were almost awed. And… there was a lieutenant in the audience from the 17'th who looked surprised.

"David Herkowitz? THE David Herkowitz?" A female repair technician said, awed. "The one who invented to X4 buster? The enhanced teleporter? The anti-grav units? That David Herkowitz?" Jennie blinked. She hadn't really kept up on her brother's achievements, although she had known that he had become quite a bit richer than just his inheritance. Her mind had been focused on dancing, and he never bragged about his successes.

"I… suppose so. He really didn't mention any of that." She said cautiously. "I'm a one off creation, though, with no product line."

"Herkowitz… I remember that name. He's one of the biggest contributors to the Maverick Hunters." The lieutenant commented as he stole a brownie from the tub. Jennie blinked again. She hadn't known that, but wasn't particularly surprised. Her family had no love at all for the Mavericks.

She admired the buster for a moment, and then carefully repacked it. She would have to get it installed later. She stood up, lifting it up to carry back to her room. Axl got the brownies… which had already appreciably diminished. Fortunately, it was a huge tub.

"Hold on a sec there!" Someone red dashed by and snatched a brownie from the container. Jennie stared wide-eyed after the Hunter. Zero? It was the first time she'd seen the famous Maverick Hunter.

"C'mon, Jennie! Catch me if you can!" Axl lit off his dash boots, and jumped off. Jennie stared after him for a moment before lighting up her own.

"Careful with the brownies, or there'll be a lynch mob after you!" She called after him, hearing laughter behind them.

It was starting off as a wonderful day.