Spirit Cop Headquarters seemed eerily quiet as Alli and Kaihime stepped into it. As night fell over the city, the loss of Peach and her friends seemed even more poignant as Alli walked into the empty building. She still wasn’t sure about the mysterious cyborg. She felt lost without Marilyn or Peach around to talk her questions out.
But Kaihime had revealed secrets about their attackers. Doppelganger was part of a far larger conspiracy and they would have to do something to stop GENESIS from bringing to fruition everything Kaihime claimed they had planned.
Alli walked her new ally up the stairs to the secondary computer Ian and Peach had used to try and unlock the files he stole when he first escaped GENESIS. Alli didn’t know how Kaihime planned to access them, but a cyborg certainly seemed like a go-to source for computer expertise.
“Are you sure we can’t take this to F.O.R.C.E.?” she asked as she pointed the desktop out to Kaihime.
“I am sure. The Court of Shadows have a long reach. I cannot be sure they do not already have agents in the Federally Organized Response for Critical Engagements. If they do, they could hide GENESIS long before they could be stopped. Our only hope is to work against them ourselves and for that we will need the assistance of others.”
“And you think the hard drive has more names on it. How have GENESIS not accessed those names?”
Kaihime stared down at the tiny flash drive extended from the computer’s USB port. “This drive does not simply contain an archive of GENESIS’ work. GENESIS may be part of a larger conspiracy, but even they don’t have the means to track a large number of metahumans and supernatural beings over the course of a city or beyond. These files were taken by them, but even they don’t have access to all of them. They only have bits and pieces of a greater set of information. The encrypted files on here are older than you think. Far older than they should be. If they are what I think they are, these files date back to before you and your friends were born.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Everyone’s name was on them but mine. If they were written before we were born, how could that be the first file open here.”
“Indeed. But that is a mystery for another time.”
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