A Scripta

“Longbow. Files.”

“Yes.” He watched the green android, who focused steadily on him. He had asked her to help him access them.

“Why.”

“I need to find Hisagi. Daisuke’s brother.”

She took a fingertip off her hand and connected the Ethernet cord directly to it. “Last. Name.”

“Matsumoto.”

He waited. Her body twitched once or twice, then she said, “Faultline. Training.”

“Faultine’s pretty big, Grav.”

“Wears. Longbow. GPS. Device.”

“Can you get a fix on him?”

“Working.” He couldn’t tell, but he believed that she was hard at work trying to get in and cover her own tracks. Longbow wouldn’t just let a computer into its systems – it would have safeguards, there would be things in place to stop her or slow her down, or bombard her.

“Guardian. Matsumoto. Overlook. Dam. Control. Room. 1839. Hours.”

Masonry glanced at the clock, it was 7 pm. If he was just starting his shift… He hugged the android. “Thanks Grav.”

“Affirmative.” Masonry took the teleporter to his base, and then to Faultline. If Grav could feel scared, she would have never done that again.