Regenesis (Book 1): Impact by Harrison Pierce Page A

continue to be an annoyance to the United States Government, and two,
to continue informing the public about whatever they need to know about.”
    “Alright.”
    Sho
heard him, but continued anyway, “They have information about everything, every
car ever made, what homework documents were stolen and from whom and what site,
the meaning of every word, phrase, or idiom in every language, how to hotwire
cars, hack into GPS–”
    “Sho!”
Drake stopped him. “Thanks for the tutorial, but I’ve got my hands full on my
end.”
    “Oh,
sorry about that.”
    “No…It’s
fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
    “Okay,
I’ll talk to you then.”
    “And
Sho,” Drake stopped him, “Thanks for your help. If there’s anything I can do–”
    “Yeah,
yeah. Just get me a better job once you get promoted, okay?” Sho joked as he
hung up.
    “ready!>” Misa called out from the kitchen.
    Sho
quickly saved the two documents he’d viewed to his personal archives, logged
out of REFOIA, closed the web browser, logged off his computer, and set it
aside on the side table next to his side of the couch. He grabbed his
controller, saved his game, and shut it off right as Misa walked down the steps
into his den with their dinner of yakisoba, rice, and steamed asparagus.
    Sho
hurried over to her to take the plates from her and allowed her to take her
seat, which she thanked him for. He noticed the asparagus and made a face.
“”
    Misa
glared at him, “it.>”
    He
jokingly acted like an unhappy five year old and joined her on the couch. She
smirked and turned to their television program right as Sho took a bite of the
asparagus. His eyes widened and he looked at his wife and proclaimed her as the
best chef he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Misa only rolled her eyes and
laughed.
    ---*---
    August 17 th ,
2029
    5:18 AM
    Paris, France
     
    The
girl sat behind a black table in a small room with white walls and a tiled
floor. Her hands trembled as she stared at the table and waited for the steel
door to swing open. She couldn’t tell if anyone was outside or not since she
hadn’t heard a thing since they brought her to that room. All she could think
of was how she possibly traveled so far so quickly and if her eyes deceived her
when she was outside those walls.
    Metal
shifted and the door swung open. An Asian man entered and closed the door
behind him. He spoke but she couldn’t understand what he had said. The man
grinned, his eyes flashed, and he asked in Arabic, “correct?>”
    Her
eyes lit up, “explain things!>”
    He
smiled, “here in Paris. What’s your name?>”
    “this is really Paris?>” the girl asked.
    “but what’s your name?>”
    “I’m Afifa Shaheen.>” she quickly answered.
    A
small notepad was produced from the man’s pocket; he wrote that down and
continued to question her, “Paris?>”
    “not sure…What time is it?>”
    “in the morning,>” Detective Mizuno told her without looking at his watch.
    She
frowned, “”
    “”
He paused to take a few notes before he questioned her again, “one of the neighboring cities?>”
    “”
    “are you here vacationing with your family?>”
    She
shook her head, “”
    The
man stopped writing, “”
    “don’t know, I was at my home in Palestine–>”
    “were in Palestine this morning? How did you arrive here then?>” he broke in.
    “told you, I don’t know!>” Afifa’s trembling grew worse, “with a headache, and then there was a bright light and I woke