AgentB-7

“Clang!” The door somewhere in the back of the plane got closed with a sharp metallic sound. The blue vixen jumped up in the seat, suddenly awoken… Or she would, if not for the belt. “Wait, did I fall asleep? I mean I probably should have… Except this time I actually should be alert… Focus Fianna, focus…” She glanced at the monitor above her head. The alert panel was clear, three graphs – signal strength, interference, throughput utilization – all in the green bands, three sine waves, as expected for circling on station between Southern Island and the capital. Southern Island… The place where she grew up, a small province on the outskirts of Sol Empire. Or rather, where she had a proper childhood, as an adult. As a “child,” she was a warrior, as an “adult,” she was a child… How more messed up could that be? At least she remembered it all clearly, her small workshop, fixing radios and toys for the islanders. It’s better when the good memories are closer, right? She should visit after