Tarnished Silver

[Silver]

Silver's eyes never left the holo-record, showing the last moments of one of her Trece.
The recording was obviously made from a hidden camera, low angles and movement being the common key in it. But as it ended, Silver sighed and closed her eyes.

"Santa, it was her fate. She did not regret it."

A voice, similar to Silver's, said behind her.
Slowly, Silver opened her eyes, and brushed away her now golden hair.

"Yes, she did not. She went home, after all. To die in the midst of her own people. By her own people. Erika knew it the moment she accepted the bloody mission."

Looking back at one of her Trece, clad in a blood red cloak and a silver mask, she smiled sadly.

"I just hope one day we will be able to follow her."

The mask nodded and handed out a data-pad.

"It worked, so her last breath was for nothing. We have the information we need. And everything is in place for your trip to Kusari, Santa. I will stay behind, doubling you, as you ordered."

Silver replied with a nod and got up from her seat.
Walking slowly to the open window, New Paris was cold this time of the year, but as always, in full bloom.
With a playful smirk, she turned back to the masked woman.

"Mind the peace. It creeps into you."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop