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"Mister Moro, what was my mother like when she left me here?" The man, one Donovan Moro, looks up from his paperwork and frowns for a moment, obviously considering how to reply, something the thirteen year old girl facing him notices right away. "Mister Moro?" Sighing quietly, he sets his pen down and clasps his hands in front of him, facing the young girl.
"Well, Terra, I...I don't think you'll like my answer. She was short, curt and very rude. She was very clear that she didn't want you knowing her and she didn't want to know anything about you." Terra's eyes begin to cloud up with tears, causing Donovan to frown deeper. "I'm sorry Terra, but those are her words. She said if you ever asked," he took a deep breath, "to tell you you were a mistake she would make disappear." At this, Terra let the tears flow, but not only did those flow, her Psionic power did as well, a single burst of it sending Mister Moro into the wall.
Panicked from what she'd just done, she fled the room.
"Mister Hunter, you were contracted to help guard the facility subject 0325 was in, correct?"
"That I was. Good job too. Shame sh!t hit the fan like it did."
There's the sound of shuffling papers before the first voice speaks again. "Yes, a shame things did go wrong. However, you did do your job, so you will be paid in full. We'd, uh, simply like clarifications on some of the things you reported." There's the sound of CMC armor shifting before the second voice, Mister Hunter's, answers.
"Well, what things would you like clarified?"
"Let's begin with the part where you watched her kill two very experience Ghosts with nothing more than her combat knives." The sound of armored feet shuffling comes through before he talks.
"I'll do you a favor and go further back. The whole thing started about 0300 hours local time. I was at my post, Guard Station Charlie 3 on sub-level 33, two above subject 0325. Anyways, the guard station down about two halls received a code yellow warning and passed it along to the rest of us. With in five minutes, we were on code red alert and could hear the lower levels calling for back up. The head of security dispatched me and a few others." The sound of the armor shifting again can be heard. "We split up into pairs to clear the floor below us, where subject 0325 was last seen. After about five minutes of clearing labs, we came on an auditorium where two Ghosts had her pinned. Thinking things were handled, Jacobs and I took up positions on either side of the door we came in and waited. Then-" Mister Hunter hesitates a moment. "Then she saw us and suddenly we couldn't track her. She closed with the Ghosts at speeds I've never seen a Ghost move at before and slit one's throat. Even as that one fell away with a gurgled cry, she rammed her other knife into the other Ghost's jaw, shoving the blade into his brain."
A deep breath is heard taken before the story continues. "Then next thing I know, I'm sailing across the room from a Psionically boosted kick and she's stuck her knife into the top of Jacobs' head. After that, the rest was panicked radio chatter as she fled." The shuffling papers pick up again, accented by the sound of a pen writing.
"Thank you, Mister Hunter. You are free to go."
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