Of all the places she ever expected to have a meet up, a launderette had been fairly low on the list. However, here they are, Henriette thought. Wearing heavy winter coats, she and Rose passed the rows of tumbling clothing and the bored people on their phones. They let themselves into the backroom using the key that'd been left for them in the drop.
A security camera whines as it pans towards them, but Henriette swipes at her phone and shuts it down.
Raising one hand, Rose gestures at her to wait and - knife in the other hand - she edges her way along the corridor, moving like a predatory doll. She pauses just before a potted plant, and straightens up.
"What is is?" Henriette hisses.
"That's one of Pia's plants," Rose says softly. "It's watching us."
Even as she says that, the flower in the plant blinks, revealing the eyeball at the heart of the blossom.
"Um. Yuck," Henriette whispers.
"Hmm? What's yuck?"
Progenitors, the Iterator silently thinks. "Well, they know we're here," she says.
"Yes," says Rose. She steps through the final door. "Hi, Sera."
It's not quite Serafina, but it's almost her. Some kind of remote operated body, Henriette suspects - a dumb Bob-alike that looks sort of like what Serafina would look like if she was Japanese. The two of them are the same height for once. Given that Rose has also scaled herself down, it's quite nice to not be the shortest one in the room who isn't Director Belltower for once. She's accompanied by a woman with eye-searingly bright pink hair, which doesn't seem to be very good for blending in. Maybe some kind of combat construct?
"It's good to see you two," Serafina says softly, "but I'm going to lay down some ground rules. This body is a remove operated unit with a cut-out. If anyone tries to backtrace me, I'll cut the line. My current location is too sensitive for anyone to know. I'm risking a lot with this, but I have a data cache which
needs to make its way to Alex and it's too sensitive to transmit even over standard Union lines."
"I'm A," says the pink-haired woman. "I'm here to keep this body from falling into hostile hands. It's too cute."
"Behave," Serafina says, with a sigh.
"Aww. No, more seriously, I'm with Damage Control. I've got something for Rose that belongs to her, along with the data cache. And Sera needed someone to help her move the field dump gear along."
"What's this about?" Rose asks suspiciously.
Serafina hunches up her shoulders. "So, you remember what happened in London?" she asks.
"Yes."
"No, you don't. Not exactly. Henriette knows."
Henriette felt a pair of red Rose eyes focus on her. She coughed. "So, uh. By my understanding, Serafina... wait, why am I explaining it?"
"Because it shows that I'm not just making it up and I am me," Serafina says. "Yes. You and Sykes encountered an exhuman Progenitor working for Our Enemy who was searching for Director Belltower."
"Is that what that attacker was?" Rose asks.
"Yes. Sykes managed to spoof its IFF and engaged in extended conversation with it. There's quite a bit of pertinent information in there. And there's rather more that I've produced in analysis, when combined with things that A has recovered from infiltration of things Gregor is up to."
"You mean he's working with Control's Progenitors?" Henriette asks.
"Of course."
Rose narrows her eyes, but then relaxes. "So you didn't trust me to know."
Serafina slumps down. "No," she says. "That's right. We didn't trust you. Rose, you have to remember we were in the middle of the Tribunal at the time. I hate that I couldn't trust you then, but I
couldn't. And for what it's worth, you did ask for it."
Rose is silent for a while, staring at her reflection in the dull metal of a half-disassembled drier. "I'm fine," she says, after a pause. "You had good reasons."
"We had good reasons, but they weren't
right," Serafina says. "And... no. No, that's for later." She massages her temples. "I wish I could be your mother right now, but I don't have time. The most vital thing is getting that information into you and giving you back your memories. You'll know what you need to tell Alex."
"So you trust me now?" Rose asks. Henriette winces at that.
"Yes! Yes, I do!"
"That's good!" Rose says brightly.
...
The disassembled drier turns out to be junk packed around a Progenitor field kit, and very soon A is fussing around Rose as they position her for memory dump. Henriette stands around, feeling useless. She offered to help on the grounds that surely she'd be far better with the machinery than them, but no.
And so instead she just stands back and watches. After all, if this does turn out to be a trap, Rose will be out of this and she might have to use some of her fallback options she really, really doesn't want to use. Henriette shifts uncomfortably, aware of the IBM-design body armour under her coat. Mari said she'd added 'a few special features' to the body armour and that scares Henriette more than a little bit. Her little sister doesn't have the best sense of human limitations.
There's something very interesting she notices, which gets picked out by the gait analysis tool in her ADEI. Serafina and A move almost identically. They hold themselves very similarly. In fact, her ADEI is occasionally returning false positives, although it's falling below the statistical threshold for certainty. Henriette suspects that the other woman may be sometimes doubling up as a body-double for Serafina. That would come as a surprise - someone they thought was just an academic suddenly turning out to be a Damage Control agent.
She watches as Rose goes under, eyes closing.
"So," she says. "Let's get the conversation out of the way you don't want Rose to hear."
Serafina raises her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
Henriette feels like a bit of a fool. "Well, I mean, you went to this length to get me alone without even Rose being awake so..."
"Oh dear." Serafina laughs. "Henriette, dear, not everything is about you. Yes, I do have a few things to ask you about, but they're technical questions to do with Iteration X infrastructure and countermeasures against the TENNO units that Gregor has. If you can provide as much info as possible on some things, I'll have someone pick it up from a drop-off."
"Um." Henriette had forgotten how embarrassing conversations with Serafina could be when she was nicely and sympathetically making you feel like an idiot. Also, she suspected that A was sniggering at her. "Oh. Okay."
Serafina pauses. "Oh, Henriette," she says fondly. "You wanted to impress me and wanted to show off how you felt you'd grown up, didn't you?"
"I did not!" Henriette swallows, and lets her BLO deactivate. This is going to be hard to say. "I... I actually wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
Henriette glances at A. "What does she know about Moscow?"
A grins. "Everything," she says. "I was there too. Operating behind the scenes, helping out. I was in Molotek when it all went down. Super-deep cover, though. No one saw me."
Henriette stares. The other woman has an impish grin on her face. "I don't believe you."
"Sorry, is this asking if I know about the IBM?" A asks. "Just want to be clear? Their security isn't perfect."
"..." says Henriette, or rather doesn't. "Okay. Fine. I'll accept for a moment that you're..."
"... a super-amazing infiltration specialist and Damage Control agent?"
"... very annoying. But still can you please not interrupt?"
"How much is is it worth to you?"
Serafina sighs. "Zip it, A. Make sure everything goes fine with Rose, please?"
"Yes ma'am, my doctor lady princess queen empress dictator." Still, A turns and bends over the hardware.
Henriette didn't believe for a moment that she wasn't listening, but decided to accept that as the best she could get. "So. We found Director Belltower in space. And, uh, survived that. Also survived the ambush."
"Mmm," Serafina says. "I'm glad that didn't come to nothing." She stuffs her hands in her pockets. "How is she?"
"Uh," Henriette says, considering the question. "Much the same as usual, apart from the fact that she seems to have adopted Rose's pet cat and acts like she believes it's plotting against her."
"It's the Operative business," Serafina says sadly. "It could drive a woman to madness. They'll start believing that the potted plants are spying on them."
"Yeah... wait." Henriette narrows her eyes. "I saw that plant outside."
"I didn't say they weren't right."
That forces a laugh from Henriette's lips. "But I did something terrible in space," she says softly. "It had to be done. But it shouldn't've had needed to be done. The world sucks sometimes." She took a deep breath. "The MUSCOVITE field commander is... is dead."
"Oh," Serafina says. "Was it that bad?"
Nodding, Henriette swallows. "I had... I had to break her will. Through talking and... and I think the h-addiction she picked up from eating all the haemophages in Moscow left her in a very bad place mentally to start with. I left her nothing but the knowledge that she'd been used and her whole life was a lie. She broke down. Violently."
"Oh dear." Serafina wraps her arms around Henriette, a warm presence around the slight young woman. "I wish I could help you feel better by telling you that you had no choice, but you don't feel that way, do you?"
"I chose to do it. I... uh, I wanted her to break down utterly. Instead... um, she went post-singularity on us, ate a giant spaceship and... uh." Henriette rubs the back of her neck. "Well, if I was the sort to believe in karma, it was pretty quick." She hugs back, and gives Serafina a kiss on her cheek. "And thank you so so so much. I don't know exactly how it happened, but somehow... somehow Mari knew what was happening. And she helped me out against... against who she used to be."
"Mari?" Serafina freezes up.
"I know about her," Henriette says. "My... little sister. I know pretty much what you did." She kisses Serafina on the cheek again. "You saved one tiny bit of my incredibly fucked up family. She saved me from the exhuman remnants of who she used to be and... and it was going to torture me forever. She... she's kind of a brat, but... well, she is my little sister."
Serafina laughs. "You said it so I don't have to," she teases.
"You're so mean." Henriette gives her a third kiss for luck, and then lets go, blushing pink. "I... I just have one question. Why did you even s-save her?"
Smiling sadly, Serafina wraps her arms around herself. "Because I like helping people," she says simply, directing a meaningful glance at Henriette. "I've killed a lot of people, but I never wanted to. And I saw a young woman who'd been turned into a weapon and broken by it, who didn't even understand how damaged she was. Who'd never had a chance to be anything else. So I thought I'd help her."
"I wasn't that bad!" Henriette protests, cheeks still flaming.
"... I was talking about Mari."
Henriette cringes as A snickers. "It's a... a g-good thing that this is so ultra-classified that I don't need to worry about you blabbing about that to anyone," she mutters.
"Impressive display of self-awareness there," Serafina says lightly.
Henriette considers tossing down a sonic grenade and letting the liquefying ground consume her, but no one would believe that was an accident. She does the next best thing and re-engages her BLO. Her expression straightens out and her complexion pales again.
"Oh dear, you've gone serious."
"We need to talk about Rose, before she wakes up," Henriette says swiftly. "She opened up to me in Los Angeles, when we were trying to work out what had happened. Things happened to her in the Demise. Very bad things. She's holding herself together with duct tape and our icecream and bad movies nights." She pinches her brow. "I'm not good with people, not like you," she admits. "But I'm really worried about her."
Serafina perches on a table, slumping down. "So am I," she confesses.