Ok… two things. A) I have no idea why this is so Sam centered, but it is. B) half of my biology is invented :D, although I remember having read a lot to write this part. So, if anyone out there is good at it, I'm sorry :D
Enjoy!
M.
Chapter IV
July 30th, 2001
SGC
Sam's POV
I was, as per usual, playing with one of the new doohickeys, I mean artifacts that SG-12 brought from their last mission. My whole focus was on finding a purpose for it until I heard the characteristic "Unauthorized off-world activation," and the alarms went off. And as I couldn't even hear my thoughts anymore, I went running to the control room as I usually do in such kind of situations.
"Open the iris and call SG-1," General Hammonds says as I finally reach the control room. I check the screens in search of the IDC.
"The Tok'ra," I whisper.
I must confess that one of my favorite characteristics of the guys in my team is their timing. I barely had time to blink before I see them rush into the gate room and stand behind one of the shields.
There was no firing noise, so when the first figure comes flying out the gate, Jack rushed in time to keep him from getting a concussion.
"Page Medical Team!" I heard him shout as I hurried down to the gate. "Carter," Jack says with a worried tone, and I identify the figure who lies in Colonel O'Neill arms. It was my father.
"Dad!" I said and ran to his side. Kneeling to their level, I took his pulse, and I could see with the rear of my eye that someone else came through, but I don't pay much attention.
My old man is pale, he is barely breathing at all, and he's soaked in so much blood; my brain chooses that moment to provide me with an image of him prostrated on a bed the day I told him the secret history of the SGC. God! He was so ill at that time; he was dying.
I hear Janet's giving several orders as her voice comes closer to us, and then, she gently pushes me aside.
"Selmak is doing what she can, but she can't save him," I thought I heard, but I am, either too shocked or in a significant amount of denial to believe it.
A couple of hours passed, and I find myself stresses by the whole situation. The guys are taking turns to try to keep me comforted; they do manage to make me feel safer and cared for. However, the only thing I need at the moment is watching Janet coming out of the OR and walk towards us, with a big smile and only to tell me he just scared the shit out of me, but he is okay. But when she finally does, I know that's not what I'm going to her.
She is wearing that mask of someone who has mastered the delivery of the one-sentence we are never ready to hear. I shook my head several times, just expecting her to say them. 'Sorry for your loss, Sam,' my mind provides me a mental image of her telling them in a feeble attempt to prevent me from entering a state of shock.
"Sam, I can sugarcoat this," I blink several times, that's not what I'm expecting her to say. "Sam, I enough to do it. The truth is my team did their best to close every internal bleeding we saw and every external injury we found open. I managed to get a hold of Selmak before sedating them for good, she told me she is trying, yet all the patching we could do would affect the outcome."
"But," I say, "There must be a but," I whisper, I take a deep breath somehow knowing that the worst part is yet to come. Janet sighed and lowered her eyes before she looked at me again.
"She confirmed his two kidneys were failing and confessed that as things are, she can't do anything to help there, seeing that there are other injuries that she needed to heal if we expect him to survive. What I am trying to say is, your dad needs a kidney transplant to survive."
I feel the blood draining from my face and all the air leaving me, forcing me to gasp for it. Jack's warm hands find my shoulder effectively, giving me some strength, and it occurs to me that I have two kidneys, and I only need one to live.
"Take one of mine," I say.
"What?" Jack asks in surprise.
"I have two of them; we only need one to live. Take one," I state, it is the obvious thing to do.
"You sure?" I nod, "You know this can lower your chances to have children later on."
"Janet, take one mine already. We both know my time with Jolinar probably screw up my chances," she raises her hands in defeat.
"Come, I'll take the samples and do the proper tests. If you are compatible, we'll take one."
Twenty-two hours, fifty-four minutes, and thirty-five seconds pass since my samples are taken for analysis, I know, because I am controlling every second of this wait. Everybody is once again taking turns watching over me.
I'm not so proud to recognize that Jack ordered me to go to the washroom, and General Hammond ordered me to eat. Janet threatened me to leave the infirmary, or remain in there not only strapped to a bed but sedated. Finally, she called me to inform me that the result was on its way, and I rushed to the infirmary. I found her reading it while chewing her lip, and that is never good.
She raises her eyes and then, she closes the door before I can enter her office, locking it and leaving me effectively out. One of the nurses reaches for Daniel, who is standing by my side panting and tells him that Janet ordered out of the infirmary.
I'm numb, that's all I know, as I find myself dragged to the commissary. I just don't get it, how do they expect me to eat? I can't think about anything else but the chance that my kidney can help my father, and everybody knows that one shouldn't have food with hours left before surgery, right? I look at them. Jack has this knowing look that makes me bit my lower lip. Daniel, he seems worried and Teal'c he might look calm, but his eyes betray him. I'm worrying them, and there's not much I can do to help it. Without a word, I grab the jello from the tray and smile at them before I rush towards my lab and lock myself in it.
After what seems an eternity, someone calls me to let me know Janet is on her way to see me.
"Am I not compatible?" I ask Janet as soon as I see her hair when I open my door. She looks at me with this unreadable expression before she shakes her head no.
"No, I'm sorry, Sam, you aren't compatible," she lets out. 'Oh, God!' I think. "But we could have a chance. I'm ordering Jacob's transfer to the Air Force Hospital; there, he will receive treatment for his kidney failure. He will have only authorized personnel working with him," she looks at me; I think she wants to assess the situation. I have nothing to say, but apparently, she does.
"Sam, I'm sorry I've made you wait. You are my best friend, and I couldn't deliver only bad news. I had to find a way to help your dad, and after I managed to wake up Selmak, and she agreed that it was the best course of action. General Hammond and Colonel O'Neill moved a lot of strings to get him a place." I nod, I'm unable to form words to thank her, she presses my hand reassuringly. "He will be okay, Sam," she adds softly, and with that, I break. I cry my worries away on her shoulders.
A week passed on a breeze, and despite my dad's improvements, there is something that bothers me. Since the day I broke in front of her, Janet has been busy and has not returned my calls. I rarely cry, but it's not like she hasn't seen me do it before, she is my best friend. The sole idea of her being disturbed by crying seems ridiculous enough, and it points to the fact that she has to be hiding something from me.
I hear the classic sounds of heels nearing and then a knock on my door, and she doesn't need to announce herself for me to know it is her. Who else could she be?
"Sam?" she starts, and I turn around to look at Janet. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure, come on in! " I smile, trying to look reassuring enough for her to drop whatever bomb she is holding.
"Well, as I know you already have guessed, I have no good news for you."
"Is it my dad? The treatment isn't working?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"The treatment is working."
"Then, what is it?" I frown, 'maybe she is dating Jack or wants to know if I would be okay with her dating Daniel.'
"It is related to your dad," she says, grabbing my attention. "As I've said, he is okay. More than ok actually, he will be released tomorrow; and according to Selmak, he is 100% healthy."
"Then?" I'm confused
"Do you remember the set of tests we did to check if you could donate your kidney to him?" I nod as if I will ever forget it. "Well, one of the tests was the HLA - human leukocyte antigen; the result of that test was the reason why you couldn't be the donator."
"Yes, I am aware of how organ donations work, Janet."
"Right," she chews her inner cheeks for a bit. "I'll be blunt, Sam. Because I can't think of any way to say this that would be easy on you." I nod. "Jacob Carter is not your father." I raise an eyebrow after she affirms that, then I laugh.
"That's a good one, Janet. Seriously, what is it?"
"Sam, I'm serious; those results showed you aren't Jacob's daughter. You don't have the 50% of HLA's coming from him."
"What? How's that possible, Janet? Jacob Carter is my father. I don't believe in the results of a single test," I blurt out without even breathing.
"I know, I didn't believe it either, Sam. When I got them, I figured there was something wrong, that's why I closed my door at you. I made sure I had sent the right vial, and then I still didn't believe it. There was enough blood left, so I took it for a paternity test. I got the same results."
"Maybe it was the wrong vial."
"I didn't want to scare you, so I grabbed a sample from one of the blood bags we make you donate to have in store in case you are injured. I made three different sets of tests. Sam, they were all negative."
I put a hand over my mouth; I notice that my eyes are filling with tears. Janet has this apologetical look, and the way she stands bracing herself only tells me that isn't all she has to say.
"There's more, Sam. I did a genetic makeup test, and that came out as something different from anything I've seen so far. "
"Yes, changed after my time with Jolinar, we know it affected me," I said, trying to convince myself this can't be true. I'm still trying to assure me that Jacob Carter is indeed my father. Or that this conversation is just part of a bizarre dream
"Sam, no. Listen to me," she points the bench, and we both sit, and Janet presses my hands tightly, I am not dreaming, I realize. "I thought about it. That's why I was avoiding you; I thought it could be a result of Jolinar, a change so big that we didn't realize it because we never mapped your DNA before. So I went to Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c and asked if they would agree to have their DNA mapped and also grabbed a sample from your Jacob. Jack might not have naquadah in his blood, but he has the same protein marker you have. Teal'c doesn't have either, and your dad has both. But none of them have the changes you have."
"Maybe it is different, Jolinar died within me while the symbiont left the Coronel, my dad still has Selmak, and Teal'c body is different."
"I disagree, Sam. I'm not talking just about Naquadah or protein markers, or any residual effect. Your whole structure is different, and I think that isn't something you gained. I think you were born with it." I blink, "Let me try and explain, you know a human DNA has two strands of polymers and all that chatter," I agree.
"Yes, the two DNA strands are also known as polynucleotides composed of monomeric units called nucleotides, and each of them is one of the nucleobases," she stops my biology lesson raising her hand.
"Well, for the looks of it, yours doesn't have two strands. Sam, yours has four, and I have never, in my entire career, seen someone with that structure. And we can agree that due to my line of work, I am one of the most advanced xenobiologists in the US."
"You mean to tell me that I'm not the daughter of Jacob Carter and that I also am some freak of nature?" I snap to her, and she nods gravely.
I look at her, there's no hint of a joke on her eyes, and I feel out of air. I've never run out of the SGC underground levels so fast before, managing only to stop myself from signing myself out.
I continue running when I reach the ground; I couldn't stand being there; I couldn't stand being anywhere. How do you cope with being a freak of nature and learning that your father isn't your father? That your father, your daddy, has lied to you all your life? There was no way I couldn't or would believe that crap!
I checked my watch; I was still on time for the visiting hours. So I ran back to the parking lot and headed to try and get some answers from the only person who can shed some light onto my cloudy mind. Twenty minutes later, I'm standing outside his door and looking at it as if it could give me the answers I'm searching for.
I shake my head, how on earth one goes to her dad and asks: 'Hey, dad, who is my father?' or 'Did you know you weren't my father, dad?', is the thought that my mom could not be my real mom, the ones that make me move forward and knock the door.
"Enter," I hear, and sigh, to be honest, I don't want to know, but, yet, I can't stand not knowing. Looking for the truth was in my blood; my strength is also in my blood, I know. But whose blood do I have inside? Am I the product of a psycho killer? Or the mistake of a poor but kind woman who tried to protect her baby? There are too many questions creating havoc in my mind, and only one way to stop it from overtaking me.
"Hi, Dad," I open the door and enter, trying to act normal. "How are you feeling today?" He smiles at me guiltily. He knows why I am here.
"Hi Sammie, I'm excellent! The treatment plus Selmak is giving great results. The Doctors agree that I'll be out of here tomorrow. I won't get back to my abroad post just yet; the Doctors want to keep an eye on my first to check how this went." I feel relieved in some way. I love the man; he is my daddy.
"But you are not in here for that, Sammie, I can see it in the way you are looking at me. It's funny. I always wanted to know too."
"What are you talking about, Dad?" I try to avoid the conversation to prevent him from the pain of accepting this truth.
"Come on, Sam. Don't play the dumb card with me; I know Janet must have told you already. She told me she was going to tell you that I am, that I'm not your biological father," I shift in my place, dad points to the chair next to his bed, and I drag it closer before I sit. "But the father is the one who raises the child, not the one whose sperm was used, right?" I nod, but I can't help the tears in my eyes.
"So it is true?" I manage to say, he nods.
"I knew your biological father once," that surprises me; I didn't expect it. "You don't look like him. Now, your mom and I always wanted to know who did you looked like, what kind of people they were, and why you ended up with us in that way. While you grew up, we noticed you were smarter than any other kid around and had this amazing character and developed such a lovely personality. So, we knew whoever gave birth to you was a wonderful person, and probably giving you away was the only thing they could do at that point."
"You are confirming it?" My eyes fill with tears that I won't allow myself to spill. It is funny; it doesn't matter what the answer is. I already know the truth. My whole life repeats itself in my mind. And all my beliefs about who I am are floating now in some subspace level of uncertainty.
"I'm sorry, honey, but I am. Don't worry too much, Sammie, this doesn't change who you are," my world collapses, and here I thought the most destructive thing I would be forced to confront was the Goa'uld, blowing up one sun or fighting with a black hole. But no, those words are way worse.
"How?" I manage to ask, "How I became Samantha Carter?"
"Well, it all happened on December 29th, 1968."
"My birthdate?"
"Yes. Your father said you had born hours earlier."
December 1968
San Diego
The Carter family was having the worst end of a year. After two years of trying, Jacob and Mary Carter finally got their hopes high when she found out she was pregnant. They were living on cloud nine, for the seven months that her pregnancy went.
They were preparing for the best Christmas since the year their oldest son was born. The three of them couldn't wait for Mary to give birth to the girl she was expecting, but they still had to wait another three months.
It was Christmas eve when something went wrong, and the happiness they had found turned to be one of the biggest loses someone can have. After feeling pains during the night, the morning of the 26th, Mary's water broke. Jacob drove her to the hospital in a frenzied state. And the Doctors ushered her inside the birth room. The baby was born six hours later; she was the most beautiful brown-eyed brown-haired girl Mary had ever seen. But she was quickly taken away because she was not breathing.
After what seemed an eternity, she finally heard her daughter cry. The Doctors moved the baby to the NICU, and the Carter's watched her tiny form through the glass of the incubator. Two days later, the baby girl's heart stopped, and there was nothing else to do to save her.
The Carter's buried her the afternoon of the 29, their hearts buried with her. They remained standing still by the grave until the night had fallen, and light rain started to fall. The remaining members of the Carter family shared a heartfelt embrace, not noticing the light that shone not far away from them between the shadows of the San Diego cemetery.
John looked down at the girl in his arms and smiled lovingly. Then, he observed the family sharing a mournful embrace before they moved away. He walked to the grave and read the tombstone that was still lying on the ground.
"Here lies a beloved daughter.
Grace Carter.
December 26, 1968 – December 28, 1968
You always be remembered."
He groaned. He was barely holding his inner daemon; it wouldn't let him take the kid back to Magnus, he tried that and had ended up porting here. He couldn't risk teleporting again, and he was losing the remains of control he had over his rage. The being inside him told him Magnus should pay, but he was conscious that little Sam didn't. So, he did the only thing left to do; he called the Carter family.
"Wait! Please! Please, hold on! " He walked to them, barely keeping himself up.
Jacob Carter turned when he heard someone calling them. He saw then a man walking almost doubled towards them. The man was protecting what seemed like a white bundle of clothes, carefully, Jacob approached him. The man was strange, and if Jacob didn't know better, he would say that he was fighting something inside himself.
"Please," he pleaded with a raspy voice and moved the white bundle towards him, "please take care of her."
"What? Sir, I can't. You need help, and you'll be able to take care of her yourself. Allow me and my family to bring you to the nearest hospital, so you both can get checked.."
"NO! Take her and go. Run as fast as you can, and once in your car, speed away."
"Who are you? Who is this?"
"She…" he smiled lovingly. "Her name is Samantha. I'm her father, but I cannot take care of her. Please, take care of her; she is going to be a good kid. I promise. She was born not many hours ago; she deserves a chance to live, and I can't give that to her."
Jacob took the offering then, and the smile of the man changed from loving to what could've described as a diabolical smile. Then, he straightened up, in full height, he had a few good inches over Jacob, and for the first time, Jacob was afraid.
"RUN!" He said with the most threatening tone that Colonel Carter heard in his life, and he had heard plenty, "Run, or I won't be able to stop myself!" Jacob ran towards his family.
He had instructed them to wait in the car, so when he finally reached them, he passed the bundle to Mary and as he turned the engine on and put some extra mileage between them and the male. They didn't say a word until he parked in front of their house, he moved closer to Mary, and she finally took some of the blankets away, they saw her for the first time and the void that had taken over their hearts filled with love. The Carter family was whole again with just one look in those beautiful blue eyes.
August 7th, 2001
Air Force Hospital,
Colorado Springs
"Your mother and I discussed keeping you, but we both agreed that we needed to give him a chance to raise you. We put you in the missing children's database. We posted your picture in the papers, but none called, and we were glad. We started to love you the first moment we set our eyes on you. Then, a friend of your mom helped us with the adopting procedure. Not even a month after you arrived in our lives, we were moving to another place as if life wanted us to have a clean start. We decided that, when the moment was right, we would tell you. And the moment never came, and now, it is not right either."
"How did he look?" I ask cautiously.
"I only saw him that once, and it was at night. I'm 5'9," but he was at least 6'2". He was bald and had a nasty scar on one cheek. What I remember the most was his eyes and how they changed. When he looked at you, his eyes filled with love and sadness, and then, out of the blue, they turned dark and scary. He had a deep voice, somewhat raspy. Oh! And a foreign accent."
For some reason, I remember the time when Jack asked me if I could do a British accent, and Teal'c asked me if I had a sister. And the fact that the frontman at that posh hotel had me confused with someone else. And I wonder if I have some extra family in the Old Continent.
"Could the accent be British?" Jacob frowned, thinking back.
"Yeah, I guess it might as well have been British."
"Are you sure?"
"As much as I can tell, why?"
It's at that moment when besides the everpresent love in his eyes when he looks at me, I see some fear fighting its way out. And then I realize that if I had a family who thought I was missing, and they cared about me, they would be looking for me. For all that I know, they merely wanted to get rid of me. Maybe I'm some bastard child they couldn't afford to have.
"No reason at all. Thanks, dad."
"Kid! One more thing, if you still have the boxes I left behind. There's one labeled as "291268". Inside it, you'll find the things you had on you when we got you. I think we kept the blanket, the clothes, and the bracelet you had on."
"Really?" he nods. Then it finally settles in my mind that he had another daughter. One I never knew, and they never got to see her grow.
"Dad? Where's your real daughter buried? Why you never took us to visit?"
"Well, you probably don't remember visiting her much. When we moved back to San Diego after two years, we took you and Mark to visit her grave. We would go every other weekend, and then, your mom thought it wasn't good for you and Mark to go there. She went to visit every chance she had until she passed away. And I go whenever I can."
"How come I never noticed it?"
"Because she is right next to your mom."
"I see. Now I know why you always stood behind when we went visiting mom's grave. Thanks, Dad." I say.
I can't help leaning forward and kissing his temple, because I know after this chat that it doesn't matter what blood says, he will always be my daddy.
Feeling better about the whole ordeal, I drive to my house and look for the box. I take it to my room and place it in the bed. Opening the box, I find a blanket, clothes, and a bracelet, just as he remembered. I lower everything in the bed and take a look at them as if they will bring out some hidden memory. They don't.
I grab the blanket first; it is white and puffy, and it seems expensive, it feels expensive. I take a good look at it until my hands feel something embroidered, and I find a tag that confirms the costly part.
Next, I examine the clothes: I smell the fabric and feel it. It brings nothing new. I place it back on the bed and grab the last item. The bracelet looks like a thin cable and seems too long for a baby. But, after further inspection, I notice the length is suitable for an average size adult. Although, if the owner is a baby, the bracelet is flexible enough to give an extra turn around the wrist.
From all I've seen, this is the simplest thing I had at that point. It only has an oval charm. On one side has some tribal, and, on the other, there are some words.
"SM
Vos diligunt aeternum."
I have no idea what that means, but it is engraved, and the handwriting is beautiful. I can tell by looking at it that it is not gold or silver. I frown, platinum maybe? I frown, and stand up to place it at the pocket of the pants I'm taking it to the mountain tomorrow, and I make a mental note to take it to have the material analyzed and ask Daniel what the hell those words mean.
August 10th, 2001
1800 hs.
Janet's House
Sam's POV.
Janet is looking after me, I know. So, after many attempts on her part, I've finally accepted that she won't leave me alone until I accept her invitation, and with enough promises of rainchecks. I had enough and took the offer.
Ladies night it was, we had pizza, watched a dumb movie, and when Cassie went finally to sleep, we sat on the couch drinking some wine and silence fell between us.
"You know, you are lucky," Janet says out of the blue, I raise an eyebrow, not too sure if I feel surprised or annoyed.
"Why is that?"
"Because!" I look at her.
"That's not an explanation, Janet," I chuckle.
"No, I mean it, you were in the NID hands, and as far as I know, they never figured that your DNA is that weird. We know the cleaning teams got all the blood they took from you. Consider it, Sam. Can you imagine what they would do to reach you if they possessed that information about you?
"Dunno, maybe try to get me more than once every two or three months?"
"Well, yes! It might put you at the top of their priority list. Do you have any idea of what any scientist out there would give to work with your DNA structure? To learn how it is possible? To learn what this structure of yours brings over the regular one? Maybe, that's why you heal so fast." She stopped to take a sip, and we both look to the tv without actually seeing it, "The only thing that bothers me is the Asgards."
"The Asgards?" I ask, moving the wine bottle away from her.
"I'm not drunk, I mean it. Why didn't Thor say anything about your DNA? Or how you are a huge step in evolution?"
"A huge abandoned step," I mumbled before I even think about it.
"Sam, don't do that to yourself," she scolds me.
"How can I not?" I ask her, annoyed now, "I mean, you keep telling me that I am a 'huge break on evolution,' and as you pointed, not even Thor said a damn thing about it. He told the evolved one was Jack! You've said he has two helix DNA. Then, let me recount the time when Nirrti played with my DNA combination when I stood up on that platform; I saw my DNA as a double-stranded version, not a four-stranded as you said. So, is this a recent change? Or her machine didn't work? And let's not forget that the man who said was my biological father: some tall British bald dude gave me to my dad as a gift on a cemetery of all places."
"Maybe he couldn't take care of you."
"He did say he couldn't. But take a look at the brand of the clothes and blankets I had on, and explain to me how someone who can afford to buy those brands for babies clothes way back then cannot take care of the child?"
"I don't know, Sam."
"Oh, it gets better. When we went to Prague, the Colonel and Teal'c saw a woman who looked like me and talked with a British accent. And then I got mistaken for someone else, and Ashley, remember?' Janet nods. "Well, now I can't help but think that maybe, I do have a family. And if that's true, then, why the hell didn't they search me? My dad said they placed in the papers. And why the heck the bracelet I had as a newborn baby back in 1968, is made of Trinium? Janet, we don't have Trinium on Earth!"
"I.."
"And why the hell someone would engrave a baby bracelet with 'love you forever' and then give the baby away?"
"I don't know, Sam; I understand how confusing this is for you. But nothing will nor can change the fact that you are who you are," Janet tries.
"Yes, nothing except the teeny-weeny fact that I don't know who am I anymore, or what am I. And I think, at least Thor has some information about me that he is not disclosing."
"You should ask him."
"He is not telling; he said, and I'll quote, 'I am in no position to answer your questions.' What is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, Sam. I don't know."
"I'm sorry, Janet, I should get going, " I said, trying hard not to cry. "And I'm sorry to put you through this; I know it ain't easy to keep such a big secret. But I don't want to end my career as a guinea pig."
September 3rd, 2001.
The phone in Sam's lab was ringing. She picked it up frowning; she never got calls at the SGC. It was beyond strange; then she remembered she had given the number to someone in particular and smiled.
After she left Janet's house, she got a hunch, and her feelings rarely failed. And for that, she had called a friend to help her.
"Major Carter," she said
"Sam?"
"Yeah, buddy, how are you?"
"Great girl! Well, I checked my database of babe's with a ride. I'm not telling you how did I get it in the first place."
"Relax, bud! I was the one who showed you ages ago how to hack to Harley Davidson and Ducati, to know who much some parts were costing, remember?"
"Yeah, babe! And I will always be thankful for that one. But back to business, apparently, and as usual, your hunch was right. I did find a hottie with a huge ride under the Ashley name."
"Do you have the last name? Picture of her? Or something? Phone number?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah! That's why I'm telling you she is a hottie! Blonde girl, green eyes. Last name, um, Magnus."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, this girl gotta be loaded, hun. She got herself not only one Harley but got two highly customized ones, at least one million each, and she paid cash."
"Did you happen to look for another Magnus there?"
"Well, yes. I've found a Helen Magnus who owns a fleet of bikes. Her name appears attached to at least one of each kind of bike from any of the great brands! I'm telling you, girl, I don't care if she is old or ugly, I could marry her and die a happy man!"
"So you have her age? Picture?"
"Sorry to disappoint, as far as the personal data goes, only her name is attached, nothing else. Not even an address."
"Crap! Well, thanks, bud! Sent me the pic to my email, will ya?"
"Sure! And I'll let you know when the part you ordered is here. Hey, Sam! There's a thing tho. It looks weird, the last time the Ashley girl bought something was around February 2000. Before that, she used to buy something every once a week or so."
"Hmm, yeah, that's weird. Maybe this girl is broke now after all that spending. Thanks!"
"Yeah, no problem. Talk to you soon."
She checked her email and sure; there it was the one he sent her. She opened and frowned; the girl looked young and carefree as any 25 years old should. And for once, Sam wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to inform her team that she had managed to find some data about a possible loaded Ashley Magnus.