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Liam sat at the bar, watching two Volunteers try and play darts drunk. He was amazed that they had yet to hit neither themselves nor another patron. Must be the enhanced coordination from their implants, he mused, wondering if they were aware of its price.
All evening Liam had sat at the bar and sipped on one soda after another, ignoring Susanne and Dr. Belman's attempts to draw him out of his shell. Da'an had been arrested, no one had heard from Lili in weeks and the Resistance was crippled with a grim prognosis. Liam took another sip of his now flat root beer, why should he join in the party when there was nothing he remotely felt like celebrating?
He left the bar and went upstairs. Once there, he poured himself an iced tea and pulled a volume of Shakespeare's plays off the shelf. He wanted to read something depressing so he skipped the comedies all together.
"Something's rotten in the state of Denmark." Liam read aloud, his mind mulling over the ironies. Denmark was not the only place these days were rotten things were occurring.
His global began to beep. Liam closed the thick green book suddenly, sending specks of dust into the air, before he answered it.
His human father's face appeared on the tiny screen.
"Major, we have a lead an another Resistance cell. Meet me at the embassy." Sandoval informed him before the screen returned to the MCI logo.
Liam put on his black leather jacket, and as he left he stared at the book for a moment. It was one of the few things he had of his mother.
"Words, words, words." Liam quoted. Then scenes he had not yet read began to play out in his mind. With a silent groan he realized that Sandoval had read the play in high school.
It was the downside of inherited memories: you had to live with TV shows, movies and books you had never encountered being familiar and the sudden recollection of the plot ruining the experience. It was just as well he had to go on duty, rather than face the frustrating realization.
Liam met Sandoval outside the embassy. Despite his carefully arranged features, he noticed that Sandoval was fuming.
"It was a case of mistaken identity." Sandoval angrily explained. "A Volunteer patrol mistook an elderly parking attendant for Jonathan Doors."
The FBI agent turned to leave.
"Agent Sandoval, I was wondering something. Have you ever read MacBeth?" Liam asked.
The FBI agent looked confused at the question for a moment before answering. "I have not. Why?"
"Just wondering." Liam replied nonchalantly. When he got back to his apartment he opened his book to read about Scotland instead of Denmark.