Cleopatra 2525: The Truth About Mysteries

Ch. 5: Jammer

By: NelleFang-Slayer

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"What does she mean Voice?" Hel asked.

"Go on, tell her." Harley said.

"Voice?"

"She is correct. I am not the first Voice, nor will I be the last."

"So do you have information about why the original voice sent Harley here?" Hel asked.

"I do not. Not all knowledge is passed down so I don't know if Harley's sister was truly the first Voice."

"Really? I specifically told Jacey to put that in the orders for each new Voice." Harley stated.

"What's going on?" Cleo asked.

"There's no proof to what I'm saying. Perfect Mouse, just perfect. Should have just killed me cause now the mission can't be completed. Great." Harley said.

"Mouse?" Sarge asked.

"That's what I called Jacey, cause she was so small. I thought the nickname would tick her off. Nope she loved it. She called me Jammer. Funny thing is, I never knew why."

"That's so sad." Cleo replied.

"Yeah well, what can I do now? So you don't have proof of who I am so I'll let you take my Voice implant and you can drop me off on the surface." Harley said.

"Why up there? You'll get killed." Cleo asked.

Both Hel and Sarge agreed with that. "You don't have any weapons. You wouldn't last long." Sarge stated.

"I always said I'd go out fighting. Might as well, I'm no use here. And everyone I care about is long gone. What's the point?" Harley looked up at Sarge. "I don't want to put you or your team's effort in jeopardy. Just knock me out and place me close to the surface."

"Hel, we can't let her leave." Voice said.

"Fine you want a prisoner, that's cool. But just to let you know I've been tortured, I'll survive. Well unless you kill me, then I guess I'm dead."

Cleo looked up at Hel. "What is all the talk about letting her die? It's wrong Hel."

"That's not what I meant Harley." Voice said.

"Oh sorry, twenty first century gal here. I assumed I'm sorry. What did you mean then?"

"You said your sister called you Jammer. Is that correct?" Voice asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Then I do know who you are." Voice responded.

"Well that's nice to hear." Harley replied.

"Voice?" Hel asked.

"Sorry Helen. I don't or didn't know about a Jammer. Everyone said this Jammer would be sent to assist our efforts in taking down the Baileys."

"Thank You Mouse." Harley shouted.

All three women smiled as the girl danced around in celebration. Then suddenly Harley stopped. Her smile became a frown and sat down on the table once more.

"What's wrong Harley?" Cleo asked.

Harley looked up, "I'm disappointed in myself."

"Why? You just woke up."

"I stopped believing in my sister. She promised me she would send it all through and she did in her own way; using Jammer instead of my real name. It was her way of telling me 'I love you'." Harley's lips curled into a small smile. "I love you too Mouse."

"Well, no offense here, if we are done with the touchy feely. We should get to what the mission is." Sarge said.

Harley looked at Sarge," asked Hel, Voice just told her."

Hel nodded, "Mauser, get Harley here some cloths and a gauntlet."

Sarge squinted her eyes. "Don't worry it will only have a web launcher and shields. No weapons." Harley assured Sarge.

"So what's the mission?" Cleo asked.

"We have to find my buried treasure." Harley said with a smile.

Sarge tilted her head while Hel raised her eyebrows and Cleo smiled.

"My gear. But first, who wants to cut me open?"