Lost Log 2: 15th-16th of July, 2136

15th of July, 14:27.

"What do you mean you don't know where she's gone?!"

"I'm sorry sir, but it is as simple as it sounds. We have no idea where the ginger is."

"Do you have any idea how angry I'll be if you don't figure out where the hell she is right now?!"

"I do, but weren't the one who tried to kill her with a rogue car?"

"I was trying to cripple her. If her Aspect awakened all the better. If she died, then too bad, so sad, we'll find another. But since she lived, we can capture her again and take her to a different, far more secure, facility. Do you understand?"

"I hear you."

"Then tell me, do you have a plan to find her?"

"Of course, I know exactly what to do. It's a bit risky though. You better cover for me if this goes sideways."

"Fine. I will. Just get her back."

"Right-o. I'll be off then!"

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16th of July, 16:53.

Meanwhile in Las Angeles.

"Mr. Cornwell."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I was just notified by security that the recording of a call on one of our private channels was recovered. Do you know what's going on?"

"Lady Alexandria, it sounds as though we have been hacked."

"That sounds bad."

"It does."

"By the way, I listened to this recovered phone call and I intend on making a call soon. I'm sure you won't mind."

"I have no reason to suggest this, ma'am, but might I recommend you speak kindly to your daughter?"

"Would I not?"

"No, I guess you wouldn't. Not over-call, anyway."

Lady Alexandria glared.