Isamu

12/9/2055

I’m  checking files I… had to “acquire” by certain means, being projected from my Multispec display in my glasses. I tap the side of the rim and a projection of what I can see in the frames appears in front of us.

"She's one of Jason's recruits, so you can guess why she's so well trained. The last time we sparred, she mopped the floor with me."

My son recaps this for me. He has mentioned her and her sister to me before. But just seeing her up close… has me in disbelief… 

I’ve seen those eyes before. I still cannot believe it.

"That would explain a few things… It doesn't look like there was an order to attack us…” I glance at the profile in front of me again.  “We're going to need to let him know what happened here."

"Want me to call him?"

I pause for a moment before replying.

"No. I'll do it myself after she wakes up. I need to have a chat with him anyway given what my suspicions are... And also explain why I just accessed classified personnel files..."

Rubbing the temples of my forehead, the sheer thought of having to explain myself to Jason… I’m not looking forward to it.

"... I didn't know they had resigned. I haven't been to the Newmars PHE in like a year… I guess it makes sense I don’t know, given what happened.”

"...I can't say I blame them. Those poor girls..."

We both sit in silence for what seems like an eternity. Neither of us want to continue this line of conversation.

I break the silence.

"Given how her pupils were, and how much she was sweating, it seems like she was drugged and coerced into attacking us. It definitely wasn't an order from the PHE, thankfully."

"That seems logical. I've encountered some people who had some kind of coercion as their ability. Given how she was acting…”

I nod. Edward, having assisted  the PHE as a specialist in the past, has some experience with this. My acquaintance with Jason has helped with this. What worries me is… she looks so familiar. To a memory I’d rather not recall.

This is… worrying.