Tyroc
Flying up towards your home, you notice a nice red foreign car across the street, it’s hood up and a stunning blonde woman staring inside in disappointment.
Sarah
You step into a small bookstore. Waiting in there for 10 minutes looking over a number of used books, you are fairly sure no one is following you. Stepping back outside, you spot no one suspicious. Hailing a cab, you head to Columbia.
A half hour later, you reach the university, the driver letting you out at the biology wing of the science building. You walk inside, making your way to the Professor Jensen’s office, where Tyler should be if his class is over. Popping your head in, a receptionist tells you no one is in there, but that Tyler might be in his lab if he’s finished with his class. She gives you directions and you head to the lab. The room is filled with tables, computers, plants of all sizes and lab equipment. There’s only one person in here. You recognize her as Nikki, another grad student working on her M.Sc in Botany. She’s of Asian decent, with long black hair. She’s wearing a lab coat and carrying a beaker with a little pale yellow liquid in it and studying a small bed of seedlings.
She looks up as you enter. She doesn’t recognize you at first, but after a moment of thought, she smiles. “Hi. You looking for Tyler? He’s helping Professor Jensen with an undergrad lab. He should be done soon, though.”
Misha
Tellman tries to start up a conversation once you’ve boarded the aerodyne, but he quickly realizes you’re not in the mood and puts on some headphones, reclining his seat to get some rest.
The flight to Washington is uneventful. You disembark and you and Tellman take your government issue sedan back to headquarters.
“I’ll work on the paperwork, if you want to go see Herington about your reassignment,” Tellman tells you as you get out of the car.
Mimic
Alita stretches in bed and looks up at you. “Hmmm, go?” She notices the look on your face and sits up. “What’s wrong?”
Lupa
Dunn nods. “Alright. First you should know that I’m not in any way connected to the team. I’ve simply been assigned to escort you back to New York, where someone that knows much more about it than me will answer all of your questions. I’ll do my best, however, to answer you.
“Yes, I and my partner are agents of the FBI. I don’t know exactly what will be required of you on the team, or what missions the team will be sent on, but if you are familiar with American Freedom and what they do, it will be similar. As for compensation, I am unsure of that, as well, but I’m sure you’ll be living well, above what you will require for food, shelter and other necessities. The job will be dangerous, I’m certain you’ll be paid well for it.”
Shimmering Samurai
“Karumei? I didn’t know anyone by that name in high school. It makes sense that you don’t have any real memories of mine, they wouldn’t be included in the DNA used to create you. Anything your creators did know about me, like where I grew up, could be though.” Kensei says, nodding. “What are your…my parent’s names? What was the name of the high school you went to?”
