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Quote:Jet scanned the photographs hung on the wood-panneled wall. There were conspicuous gaps in the rows where pictures had been taken down quickly, then hidden away in a cardboard box labelled ‘junk’, which was soon to be stuffed in the attic.________________________________
“I’m just making sure I got all the pictures with Gina in them. That’s an awkward meeting we don’t want,” she said. And how.
“Don’t forget the figures,” Ford answered her from the living room. “And I still can’t find that DvD,”
Asuka ones. Shinji ones. Eva ones. Rei ones. Misato ones. All had to go.
“Mackie lost it,” Jet said.
“Which means Shinji’ll find it for certain. You know how these things go,”
Million to one chances and all that.
“It’s on the Wagon somewhere,”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Because Mackie admitted to losing it there. “And since the Wagon’s sealed off until the radioactive bits cool off, nobody’s going to find it,” A beat. “And Anika’s sticking a filter on interwave to keep anything Evangelion off our network,”
“What about me?” Mackie’s voice cut in. Jet spun on her heel to see her brother standing in the doorframe in his boxers, eating from a mini-carton of cereal.
“Evangelion disk four?”
“It’s in my cabin on the Wagon somewhere,” he answered with a lazy shrug. Coco-pops crunched in his mouth as he spoke. “No big deal,”
Jet emitted a low growl from her throat. It didn’t faze him in the slightest. Another handful...crunch...crunch....crunch.
“You still want me to bring him along on that escort run in the Havoc, right sis?”
Crunch...crunch. “Sure.” No... she wasn’t anymore. “Just like you told. Take him out, show him we’re in space,”
A grin curled across the boy-android’s lips. “Maybe show him some doujins...” he added.
Jet’s expression went cold. eyes the colour of ice freezing him in place.
“Mackie. If you fuck this thing with Shinji up on me, so help me I’ll tell all of Fenspace exactly what you did, sell your body and send your core away to someone who’ll know exactly what to do with it.”
“Sure, sure,” he wasn’t even close to being fazed. Threats only worked when the person being threatened believed them. “I’ll take him for a spin in a Havoc, and explain to him that I’m actually an AI, then prove it. Right?”
His Sister nodded. “And try to be his friend aswell,” she added with a softer smile.
He grinned wryly. “So, I do show him my doujins then?.....
The cyber just stood there, staring stonefaced at him not even bothering to answer. Mackie scarpered off upstairs, feet hammering on the wooden steps. Jet exhaled a long sigh, her body relaxing. “This is a bad idea,”
It was either him. Or Anika.
The last photograph dropped into the box. Jet taped it shut, satisfied she got them all. She scanned around the room one last time. All the gaps really were plainly obvious. Anyone could tell something’d been removed.
“One more?”
She turned around to see Ford standing in the doorway, bracing herself with that metal arm of hers... another picture frame in her free hand.
“Forgot about that one. I taped the box up already,”
“Damn. I’ll get a knife,”
Jet held up her hand. “Nah, don’t bother. Just hide it” Where, according to the rule of drama, Shinji would probably find it. Jet blew that thought away. “It’s all going in the same room with my puppet anyway,”
Ford gave her a dubious look. “You sure you want to do things this way?”
Jet smiled at her. “It’s about the only thing I am sure of.” She rapped on her metal breast with metal knuckles. “What better way to intruduce him to biomods and non-humans that an undeniable flying combat cyborg?”
“I still think you’ll just scare the poor thing.” Ford responded, flatly.
“I probably will,” Jet admitted. There was determination in her eyes. “But he needs to see me for what I am. Mackie and Anika are too human looking,”
Ford sighed. “Well, you’re his mom,” A wry grin crawled across her face, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “So I suppose understand if you want to avoid the whole oedipal thing Eva’s got going on. Mackie’s enough...”
“Now that’s just creepy,”
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