Lyra was already at her desk when he arrived. Pale lights buzzed overhead, casting soft white across stacks of datapads and half-folded maps. A holographic neural map rotated slowly beside her, flickering with Vell’s resonance scan.
Gaius dropped his notebook onto the table.
> "You’ve got access to personnel records, right?"
Lyra glanced up. "Some. Why?"
> "Vell said he had a wife. Red hair. Called him 'Vee.' Disappeared after he came back."
She paused, fingers already moving across her interface.
> "Let me check."
Data scrolled. Names, tags, faded field clearances.
> "No spouse listed. No emergency contact. No shared lease file."
She tried another index. Still nothing.
> "Could be a clerical gap. Or maybe... trauma. Memory distortion."
Gaius didn’t answer. He just looked down at the blank line where a name should have been.
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