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January 20, 5AG
Guard Two paced the room, not really participating in the interrogation. His eyes focused on something far beyond those cracked and peeling walls. Synta figured his chip was pinging away with her rap sheet. When he made his fifth or sixth lap behind her chair she scooched ever so slightly backward.
He didn’t trip. Without missing a beat, he sidestepped around the leg of her chair and continued on his merry way.
Guard One made a low manly sound in his throat. “Upgrades,” was all he said.
Synta shrugged. “Yeah, so I was wrong.”
“We all were.” Guard One sounded almost human.
Part VII: 2 Years AG