Six-four-three's bed felt strangely abrasive on her back as she laid on it in her dormitory room. A faint buzzing sound somewhere in her room irritated her like a fly lazing in circles around her head, but she didn't have the motivation to hunt down the source.

A long week had passed since she'd finally finished decrypting the files she'd pilfered. Six-four-three didn't know what to expect when she found the files. She didn't really even have an aim; it was just practice to keep her sharp for one of the skills she employed at HQ against Carad systems. But that stab in the dark had been a jackpot. Or a curse. It was hard for her to tell, anymore.

She knew that HQ had its own secrets, but this secret would blow the entire organization wide open. Or even the government. Perhaps multiple governments!

Worse yet, it implicated herself and every other Agent, and it couldn't be ignored. Six-four-three had taken leave to try to process it, but she couldn't imagine herself returning to her work. Not ever.

The Pandora's Box was opened, and the laments could not be stuffed away, again.

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