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The military case. The metal one they use to store weapons. It was locked, hidden away in the greenhouse, under the plants. The ordinary workers here had been replaced after I came here on Travis' orders. So they wouldn't recognize me. Staring at the contents, I feel vomit rising in my throat, only to return to my stomach. Tears trailing down the sides of my face. There they were: my original AMT Hardballers. I hadn't used them since my Personal Contract on Benjamin Travis, The Praetorians and Travis' assistant, Jade. Next to them was a pair of gloves. Familiar leather gloves. The suit was drenched, since the sprinklers were controlled by an altered version of the AI from GAMA. A version for domestic life. I'd need to visit Tommy again, to get a replacement.
"Ah, hello, 47! I'd assumed you'd be on your way at some point, so I picked out some replica's of suits you've worn before, along with a few new designs based upon your usual style." Tommy greets. "Of course. I did call you to make an appointment, after all. Thank you for not telling Diana about this, Tommy. I appreciate it." I reply. "Don't mention it, 47! Tailor-Client confidentiality!" Tommy says, smiling. "I can't help but notice you look younger than your last visit! How old are you now? It's been ten years." "57." I respond. "57? What's your secret?" Tommy asks, laughing. "I'm not a normal human, Tommy." I say, closing the dressing room curtain.
"47, why are you wearing that?" Diana asks. "Sorry, Ms. Burnwood, but I kinda need you and 47 to help me with something." Carlton says. I ignore the discussion, thinking about the sins I'd committed the first time I saw this house. After a few minutes, I get pulled out of my regrets. "Is this true, 47?" Diana asks. "What?" I reply. "That one of the No. 48's survived. Is it true?" She explains. "Yes. Carlton has the Intel." I reply. "This guy's big, Lady Di. He was the one true constant the entire time. Ort-Meyer hid him away to protect him from 47. He also controlled The Franchise. He's operating out of either the Institute For Human Betterment, or Ort-Meyer's asylum. He could even be operating out of the old ICA HQ."