IdentityUnknown chuckled lightly as she glanced at the digital document C had sent. It still amazed her how good her friend had gotten with finding information -- then again, C had always had better resources and been better with math and technology than her.
IdentityUnknown's brow furrowed as she looked over the information. A deep sinking feeling entered her as she read what C had about BK. If that was true, it would be difficult to save them...they had probably had their memories removed and had been retrained as members of the Org...maybe...maybe they had an inkling of a memory of everything they'd been through together...maybe...
There was no time to turn back now. It would be better to get there earlier, to do something now before they were fully retrained as heartless serial killers. Perhaps she might be able to gather some information then call KKLT...
Suddenly, there was a noise again, and IdentityUnknown knew it was too loud for a cat. She turned and felt a small prick on her neck.
"Damn," she whispered as she crumpled to the ground and felt herself fading into unconsciousness. "Not again..."
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I have no plans for what happened to me. You guys can choose. Though KKLT, you might be able to force an answer out of H. Or she might call you voluntarily if she can't reach me.