"𝖨'𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾."

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The day spent by the RK800, Connor, prowled around (F/N)'s house, examined everything inside the vast house which only occupied by the woman. It's surprisingly neat, Connor thought inside its mind. Despite (F/N)'s tight schedule, she's still able to maintain cleanliness and everything in order. Meanwhile it explored the house, it found a small cardboard where some photographs sewed there.

"Her photos."

It decided to scanned the photos of the young woman that plaqued on the wall. Most of her photos were taken alone, only her, standing proudly amidst the place and taken in such a long time before. Connor wasn't bewildered that the photos were taken when (F/N) won tons of science competitions, but nothing personal. It elevated its chin and found a certificate,

"Cumlaude graduate, (F/N) (L/N). MIT."

It read out loud, beside that certificate, there're another certificate of her outsmart every woman, bachelor, master degree. And, far upper, the photo of (F/N) shaking hands with the current president of the United States. In a sudden, another voice droned,

"You want to know more about (F/N), Mr. Connor?"

"Yes, Jarvis, isn't it? Would you mind to tell me more about her?"

"(F/N) is the youngest commander of DPD, or even in the nation. She's not as skillful and brave before. She took classes of espionage, criminology, and such to complete everything. She has been working so hard and made her way to be the best."

Connor emitted a single nod from its head, slowly retreated itself from the cardboard and decided to scanned other section of the room, the living room, and sat onto the couch.

"How long did she manage to ace them?"

"Few weeks."

"I see. So, it wasn't just a false rumor that she's a prodigy."

"No. She entered MIT at the age of 16, took computer science and electrical engineering, double degree. And at the age 18, took mechanical engineering."

"At the age of 20, she finished her studies?"

"Yes. Then, she learned about espionage where women rarely succeed."

"I see. How about her family, Jarvis?"

"They're dead."

"I'm sorry."

"Just prevent talking about her family, or she'll grow tense."

"I'll keep that in my mind."

Not so long after that, (F/N) returned from the garage, her hair tied into ponytail, her face smeared with dirt or paint. Her eyes seemed tired, seeing that Connor scurried to the nearest bathroom, grabbed a towel and returned to (F/N) with a towel. She blinked her eyes once before reluctantly accepted the towel and wiped her face,

"Thank you, Connor."

"Your welcome, (F/N)."

"So, you got much from Jarvis about me."

"Briefly, yes."

"Nothing is interesting from me, Connor."

"It's wrong, (F/N). You should learn to appreciate yourself more."

"I do?"

"Yes."

"I'll try my best."

(F/N) roused a small smile onto her visage, amused to heard Connor's spoken sentence which somehow lifted her emotions a bit. Received the response from her, Connor's LED lights turned into yellow, as if it processing what it should, deep inside, it felt a smidge of feeling what people stamped as happy but it insisted that it's a common software error.

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 ^^

(𝑭/𝑵) (𝑳/𝑵) ^^

Few seconds afterwards, (F/N) thus threw her now smeared towel into the laundry basket beside her, before slew her attention back towards Connor. Connor tilted its head a bit, tried to predicted her future movements. But it couldn't, (F/N) patted its shoulder gently,

"Okay, this week for me is sleepless, 2 until 4 hours average for sleep. I gotta head for a short nap."

"You should take a rest then, (F/N)."

"I'll."

"You need 7 hours sleep for optimal rest."

"Nah-Look at me, still functional even sleep for 3 hours last night."

"Please, (F/N)?"

"Please what?"

"Rest properly."

"Fine, Connor, because you asked me to."

"Have a pleasant rest, (F/N)."

(F/N) waved her hand dismissively before left the android again, headed towards her room in the second floor. Connor sauntered around her house again, aimed to find something, and when it reached the garage, it only found an old sophisticated car, scattered spareparts, typical. Connor felt like it has intruded (F/N) in her home and decided to excused itself and returned back to the DPD, even after such a long day. In the middle of the night, (F/N) finally awake from her deep slumber,

"...Jarvis?"

"Good evening, (F/N). It's 10:00 PM, you've been asleep for 6 hours."

"Any update from anyone?"

"Nothing, I assume they now understand not to bother you during your free days."

"Good. I-fuck-I think I have hangover, oh my."

"By the way, (F/N). There's an incoming call from unknown."

"Yeah, unknown? Answer the call."

(F/N) wasn't really awake, her body felt sore, even the blanket still curled onto her willow body. Jarvis instantly accepted the call,

"Hello, unknown, how can I help you?"

"(F/N)."

"This voice-"

"It's me, (F/N), Markus."

(F/N)'s eyes widened, staggered within the sudden voice, she somehow lost her balance and fell from the bed. Her back hit the ground and she winced in the sudden pain she endured in a sudden.

"No fucking way-"

"Yes, you're still the same as before."

"I thought you were dead?"

"Technically, I couldn't be dead, but I was able to survived."

"Alright.."

"I need your help, (F/N)."

"What help?"

"Infiltrating the Stamford tower."

(F/N) squinted both of her eyebrows after hearing what the others in the end of the line spoke, which was impossible to be heard, easy to speak but harder to be done.

"Bold move, Markus, even for human."

"I need to disguise myself so no one'd recognize us."

"Like sending the utility android's uniform?"

"Yes, you can send it to the bathroom."

"What else?"

"Safe passageway for Josh and Simon to reach the 74th floor."

"Jarvis'll take care of it."

"Thank you, (F/N)."

(F/N) nodded her head slowly before decided to elevated her body from the ground, letting Jarvis did the job and still keeping the line active.

"How's your life, (F/N)? I see you're still using Jarvis."

"Jarvis is my husband, I can't live without him!"

"I know you can't."

"He helps me doing paperworks I'm suck with, handling countless cases either deviants, homicide, even terrorism aren't easy."

"Indeed they're. But I know you're very capable."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Are you still helping the deviants?"

"I do, but the number of deviants coming to me is growing lesser, I've heard some names who did the same. But-I'm not sure."

"Just keep doing what you think is right, (F/N)."

"I'll. Thank you, Markus."

"Your welcome."

"I hope you're doing fine, Markus, I've missed you."

"See me in Jericho, (F/N), pay a visit."

"I'll try to."

"Okay. See you, (F/N)."

"Yep. Wish you were here."

Thus, Markus ended the call, (F/N) exhaled a relieved breath from her mouth that she finally able to unearthed news of her old friend, Markus, that she assumed dead from the report before. She decided to continued the day, headed back to the garage.