Oishi took Hiroko's hand. It was warm. "Perfect G," she said softly. "You keep the world precise. Let me keep it alive."
"It's the only fact that matters," Oishi grinned, tapping her own G-mark. "That's why we're both 'G.' You see the pattern. I see the soul inside it." Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko
The simulation began. Hiroko moved with surgical precision, taking down two sentries with silent darts. Oishi flowed like a ghost, her empathy disorienting a third gunman into dropping his weapon, convinced he was being watched by his dead mother. Oishi took Hiroko's hand
Bang.
The dead man's switch trembled in his hand. His thumb lifted. " Oishi grinned
