Chapter 2: Mail

June 21st, midnight, 9021

As she venture inside the debris, garbage bags, and snoring homeless was the melody of this concrete area with covered yawning. as 26 kept a steady pace.The same person who was at the murder scene, spying on the gynoid cop. The phone buzzes in, and she responds by linking it to her head.

"Hello, 27"

"What a cracking 26! Feels like the Lord Trinity laid you off so easily!"

"Yeah, and I can't wait to see my little brother for so long."

"Man, why am I not like you? I'm so tired too, and why does he care so much about you?"

You're lazy, and I solve most of the crimes when I work with you. Give me a break. "

"But I enjoy just stopping a petty thug, not a looter."

"Just be more active, and he will give you a day off like me."

"Oooookaaaaaaay!"

As the call ends, 26 enters the bench seat, and as the subway train rolls out, while the hooded figure enter it at the  same time as her.

She looks at the email in her eyes that she missed until one person came out of nowhere. The train didn’t stop at a station. This person with a hoodie and those cyber goth masks finds it pretty to bear a look at. She asks him,

"Who are you and where did you come from?"

"Did you read the mail?"

"What mail and who are you?"

"I'm just a nobody, and I know you despise your job," right?

"Well, I think my job is needed to protect people."

"Your brother may think the latter."

She rushes toward the man and morphs her hand into a sword and points it near his throat. The only thing she could think of is to slice his throat or ask him how he knew about her little brother. But the man just doesn’t lose his cool and says

"Read the mail, and you will find the answer that you want."

As a blackout begins and ends, the man disappears, and she sees some of the same sparks from the dead cop as it rings with a new notification. She opens it and sees that all the Trinity mail has been erased, which leads to a grin on her face due to how painfully annoying it is to receive all of this each minute. The only one is this e-mail they read.

"Follow the white rabbit!"

She clicks it, and the only thing she glares at is a voice on the phone that says

"Hello, 26!"