6 days until the Presidio…
Michael was anxious about the coming week. He had been confident in raiding the Presidio the other day, but now he wasn't so sure. The team of seven would have to first find where the facility was, and then infiltrate it, then free the Inklings that might be held up there, and finally shut down the development of whatever it was the Octarians were working on. That wasn't even mentioning the large number of Octarians that no doubt patrolled the place.
Michael laid on the couch in the house, staring at the ceiling. He tried his best to process his thoughts and think up a plan, but with how uncertain everything about the Presidio was, he couldn't. Even Junko seemed to know barely anything about the place.
Hopefully, they were prepared.
Michael began thinking, why had he even wanted to do the raid in the first place? What was it that set off a desire to save the Inklings in there? Of course, he wanted to help them. But that wasn't all.
At the moment when Junko mentioned that Inklings were rumored to be test subjects, he thought, for just a moment, that he might get to the bottom of what had plagued his mind since the war.
Maybe, just maybe, he might find her.
But that was wishful thinking, Michael wasn't even sure himself if that was why he joined in, or if she was even still... around.
As much as it pained him to remember it, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He'd had it for a few years, but no matter what he'd never throw it away.
He tapped the screen and scrolled through different pages of things he had installed. On the fourth page, he found the phone's photo album. He scrolled through the various pictures he took. Recent ones with Angela, Randy, and Shelly. Some taken a few months before of him with Callie, Marie, and Cuttlefish, all hanging out.
He then found those certain pictures, almost a year old. He opened one.
And there she was, standing with him, Callie, and Marie, all in their hero uniforms. He remembers Cuttlefish taking the picture.
'Micheline…'
He missed her dearly, just as Callie, Marie, and Cuttlefish did. But, as strong as that feeling was, he had learned to cope. His three co-agents had helped him during the tough time, even if they weren't doing so well themselves at the time.
He put the phone in sleep mode and set it down on the table to the side.
'I hope you're still out there, Micheline. And if you are, I hope I'll see you again, sometime.'
Wow another female character what will I think of next.
But really I can finally talk about Micheline. Personally, I've been waiting for so long to get to this part of the story, so expect more frequent updates than before.