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Neo rematerialised in a blur of gold, the edges of her skin crackling as she landed in the Agency’s Active Agents Office (which everyone called ‘the scream’). She smiled as she went over to one of the terminals, as she flicked open her wrist strap, registering a safe arrival back.
She hummed, musing on the last mission she did. Hoshi helped her save the world, and even those at the time must’ve known it.
The screen was blank. ‘No Data’.
Neo thumped the desk, and the holographic image shook, but did not waver. Hissing angrily, she reloaded the page. ‘No Data.’
A scream escaped from her throat, a soft sound of misery that echoed through the Office, which made the other Agents look up, and then back down to their own work. It wasn’t an uncommon sound to hear, after all.
She wanted to sob, to fill a history book with the Life of Hoshi, but no one could know. The Agency had strict enough rules about showing your face outside of the building. Still, she could write her own report. Neo wouldn’t let Hoshi be forgotten, not now and not ever.
Inhaling shakily, she tapped the screen, and wrote.