Chapter 3:
Master And The Servant
Priss and Linna stood outside of Sylia's building. Priss straddled her motorcycle, while Linna leaned up against her van.
"Do you think that she's okay?" Linna asked.
"I hope so." Priss replied, putting on her helmet. "I know something in that article has her all riled up."
Linna sighed and crossed her arms. "It just bothers me."
"Ya think she saw Meison's picture in the article." Priss raised her helmet's visor.
"Yeah..." Linna's voice trailed off. "Do you think that....."
"No," Priss shook her head. "He's dead." Priss saw the way that Sylia splayed Brian on GENOM's rooftop. "Even if he was still alive, Brian would have a hard time saying his words."
Linna nodded dumbly.
"I better get going." Priss said, lowering her visor.
"Okay." Linna climbed into her van.
Priss took off. She saluted Linna and sped off towards home.
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Blinding light....and then the rushing back of previous night's events..
Michael shot up in his bed, sending waves of nausea through his entire body. He closed his eyes and sat still for a few moments. Once the pain resided, he climbed from bed.
He slowly made his way into the living room. Hunter was watching TV.
"What time is it?" Michael moaned.
Hunter jumped up at the sound of his voice, and walked over to his friend. "It's a little after ten in the morning. Are you okay?"
"I could be better." he weakly smiled. Walking closer to the sofa, Hunter helped him sit down.
Another wave of nausea hit him. "I feel like I'm gonna puke!!!" Michael covered his eyes to block out the sunlight.
"That's what you get for taking on boomer by yourself." Hunter said, half joking.
Keeping his hand over his eyes. He muttered in a low defensive voice. " Like I had a choice."
"Take a joke, ok Mason?" Huntered frowned.
Michael turned over and buried his face into the back of the sofa.
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Racing her cycle along the streets, Priss sped along the road at breakneck speed. Having already visited her trailer and changing her clothes. Now, she was late for pratice with her band.
"Baka!!" she glanced back and forth from the road, to her Timex watch. She'd be late again....
Once she finally made it, she entered 'Hot Legs'. As she entered through the back door, an angry male voice rose up.
"I'm getting damned tired of her doing this to us!!" Sonoda, the drummer said flatly.
"You aren't the only one, Kenichi." Kaneda replied, flicking the butt of a cigarette into a nearby garbage can.
"What do we do, about it?" Masamoto shrugged. "She's our singer, we are the band. Just like a married couple."
"Well this damned marriage should have ended years ago." Sonoda spoke.
Priss stood in shock, leaning up against the wall, out of their site. How long had they been talking like this? The band was the only outside life that she had!
Regaining her stolid, tough as nails composure, she pulled away from the wall, and walked up on them.
"I think we should...." Kaneda started to say.
"Should do what?" Priss smiled. "I'm not interrupting am I?"
"P-P-riss!!! Heya!" Sonoda smiled. "We're talking about checking to the new video reality place!"
'Backstabber.' Priss thought. "Really?" she could play dumb just as well as the rest of them.
"Y-yeah!!" Kaneda joined in.
Priss looked at the three of them.
"Are we going to practice or what?" She asked.
The uneasy looks of the band to each other made them wonder if she had heard their vile comments....
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Sylia sat in front of her computer terminal after her friends had left. Her fingers flowed across the keyboard like an expert hacker.
Once she got into the A.D. Police files, she zeroed in on her aquired target.
Mason, Lt. Michael K.
She brought up his information. She read at a speed that on normal human could scan it. However, Sylia wasn't a normal human. His stats, medical history, and awards and accolades from the department, His last psychological evaulation. Nothing on his personal life.
She nodded. It was him, and there where many questions she wanted to ask him.