“Here is the metadata for the illegal trial—Bree Prexy, correct me if I am wrong, but a level 15 Trial does not typically happen at 12:02 am,” Skylar asked.
“No, they typically do not,” Bree replied. She put down the gun. “Play back the footage. Let me see this for myself.”
Through the remote, a hologram of last night’s events played out—Tracey refused to watch it, but she couldn’t block out the sounds of Jioni’s panic—all she wanted to know now was how she even found out about the trial. But as she conspired, her face calmed.
“Jolene,” Tracey whispered to herself.
She couldn’t stop her nervous yawning; in her own skin, she had no idea how to move it and what to do as she saw the two watch the footage; She glanced at Skylar, who was making a range of expressions: such as shock and disbelief but as she focused on Bree, she remained smiling. Viewing the material like a TV show, she shook her head and laughed as it ended.
“Poor child, what a traumatic event for her. Is she an Agent?” Bree asked.
“No.”