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Which version were you operating under previously?

The ones in the case files they gave me. But I figured it out when they said I had to be "liquidated". They lied to us the same as everyone else.

It was just a little different for us, that's all.

"Liquidated"?

Means exactly what you think it does. *mimes shooting a gun*

*eyes widen*

Oh.

Should have known they'd lie from the friggin' interview on. "Junior Analyst I", they said. Tch...

Who're you?

*a little awkward* Blue Van Meer. I'm - in high school.

*faint smile* Bianca Sherer. I was a government employee. *glances over shoulder*

*still a little awkward* Oh. Well, it's nice to meet you.

Likewise. *coughs* Excuse me. *rummages in purse* You might want to look away for a moment.

*does so, quickly*

*pulls syringe out of purse and injects own arm* Okay. Okay, you can turn back now. Honest. *tucks syringe into purse* Blue. Funny name. Original. *looks over shoulder*

Is it safe here?

*sigh* Yeah. It's a funny name. Long story that's really not worth getting into right now.

...I think it's safe? *a little confused*

*holds hand over eyes and winces* Too bright here. Where's a lightswitch? It's blinding in here.

...It never is. But it's safe-ish. That's as good as it gets.

...Well, that's a little more different than normal.

This is...

Is this some kind of joke? Did the Office put you up to this?

I was about to ask you the same. More or less. Where in the bloody hell did you come from?

I could ask you the same thing? What? Are they mad I took all the copper in the dispensary? I told them. I sent a copy of the report. Whatever they were hoping to keep quiet, it's not gonna work.

Who the hell are you, anyway?!

Well, you're clearly not me, anyway. Christ, must've fallen through the Rift, poking its head into alternate realities, maybe...

Suzie Costello.

The what? You must be crazy. Friggin' Opal users...

Bianca Sherer. You're... not me? This is spooky as hell.

...Honestly, the fact that you're not actually me--name and all, anyway--is creepier than if you were. Believe me, Miss Sherer, I've seen more insane shit in my life than you could ever have dreamed of.

Try me. I've seen things that would give you nightmares. ...I've done things that go beyond nightmares. *looks away* Ms. Costello, you have no idea what insane shit really is.

*shakes head, smirking* Maybe we're not so different, then. I'd start arguing, but there's the trouble of supposedly classified, top secret bullshit.

*smirks* Supposedly. But the difference between us is? I sent it to someone. Another Version of the Truth. Let's see them bury it now.

Oh yeah? If I tried any of that, I'd have my memory erased. Or get killed. *snorts* Again.

Why do you think I sent it? They ordered me "liquidated". *smirks* Seems the Office didn't like me knowing that their pretty little Star Chamber incident was an inside job.

Tell me, Costello. You ever hear of the Red Horse Vector?

Fancy term there for assassination. Haven't had anyone order me dead yet, but I'm sure that'll change soon enough. No, my organization's small but effecient. Whatever might get leaked out about them, they stop it dead. They're a good team, when they have to be.

Can't say that I have. 'Course maybe that happened while I was stuck in the morgue. Or the whole potential alternate universe thing going on here.