Sam Enduro followed in silence, trying to wrap her mind around what she had been told. Politicians? She had committed political assassination? She honestly couldn’t believe this. She half-expected to wake up any minute sand be unplugged from a sim-seat. I only wish. Deep down she knew this was reality, harsh reality. And it seemed after all her dedicated years as an honest police detective, her life had been stolen. She was now a state criminal for actions she hasn’t even willfully committed.
“Names,” San finally piped up in the elevator,”any names on who I killed? Parties? Suspects other than myself? And furthermore, do you think you can backtrace to who exactly brainjacked me?”