[Tuesday September 15th, 2076; CTec Aquaology, Tonga Trench]

As the team hustled away from the med bay Silk responded to Isaint’s question as best she could

<<If we had net access I would download Argent’s profile on my mum, without that I’ll tell you what I can in the time we have… Her full name was Sara Waters, born on the third of March twenty twenty two in to the chaos of the second VITAS outbreak. Her family were a typical cop breed and inevitably she followed them and eventually became a Fed surveillance operative. Working for them she met my father, he was an English second gen runner under investigation. You might even have heard of him, he turned fixer a few years ago and although he operates mostly in Europe he has an international client base, with the handle Torrent. He influenced her enough that she gave up on the Bureau and entered the shadows in the late twenty forties. She worked as a rigger and surveillance specialist for a number of teams until she had me in twenty fifty. That put a bit of a crimp in their plans but not as much as you might expect. She stayed a runner throughout my childhood, although she shielded me from the worst aspects of that life and ensured I had as normal a life as possible. We moved around a lot and lived in an RV but I still managed to attend school via the matrix and in person when we were back in Seattle. By this time mum had her handle, Mother, she was always a bit of a mother hen to the teams she ran with. She hooked up with Bale in sixty four, shortly after a bust up with Dad, and Balefire was born. She ran with them until she died in twenty seventy.

She was analytical and overly cautious when it came to running. She would rather watch from afar than get in the faces of the foe. In that she complimented the brasher approach that Bale preferred. I don’t know how that ties in with what she may be now…she seems angrier than I would have expected, but then perhaps being dead does that to you!>>

With Deckard’s spell gone Silk propelled herself out of the wheelchair and faced the nearest sensor. Peeling off the hood of her skinsuit she looked out through her mother’s face

“This was the face you wore right? Sara Waters, Mother… it’s not meant to be a trick, I knew that the face would be recognised, I just didn’t know by whom…” and she peeled off the synthskin mask… “Mum? It’s me, Suzanna… Silk… is that really you…?”

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