Kaiba’s arrest was all over the news. From the comfort of your new home you watched the police take down his entire organisation.
You had made a deal with the cops: you told them everything they needed to know about Kaiba, and you showed them how to crack his datafile and bypass the security mechanism, and use it to access his network. In return you got reduced jailtime.
They never fully repair your neural implant. You had to explain that it didn’t just allow you to hack, it also helped regulate your heartbeat and kept control of your other feedback systems. As a non-hacker, you are released from prison on good behaviour and go into an early retirement.
You aren’t surprised when you come home one day and find Zero sitting in your living room, and the pistol with the suppressor attached pointing at your torso.
“Would you like some coffee?” you ask.
He refuses. “I won’t be staying long.”
“Funny that Kaiba can set a hit out from a prison cell.”
“I wish it wasn’t me, but orders are orders. Why’d you save me from the cops?”
“Because I respect you.”
“Well, it ain’t personal, I hope you know that.”
You sigh. “Just get it over with.”
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