“That’d be them,” she said. “They’re sort of a freelance police force, protecting the galaxy from… well, us. Are you saying this Ji-soo girl has a suit of their armor?”
“Yep,” Frederica said. “Do you think she’d be able to use it to remove the suppressor?”
“Only one way to find out,” Ozzie said, standing form the couch. “Where does she live?”
“Um… America,” Frederica said.
“Oh,” Ozzie said. “Is she coming back, at least? Please tell me you didn’t just get my hopes up for nothing.”
“Just chill for a second,” Frederica said, and grabbed her phone. “I’ll give Nila a call.”
Ozzie sighed and slumped back down onto the couch. Chip curled up in her lap again. Melody took a seat beside her and started asking questions about Ozzie’s alternate future. Frederica ignored them, listening instead to the phone ringing.
“Hey, what’s up?” Nila said, sounding groggy. “Thought you guys were turning in for the night.”
“Working on it,” Frederica said. “So this is kind of a random question, but do you know when Ji-soo is coming back to town?”
“Uh, let me check,” Nila replied, and was quiet for a moment. “She should be leaving Portland in a couple days. Why? Is something going on?”
“It’s a long story,” Frederica said. “Can you just… text me as soon as you hear from her? It’s important.”
“Okay, sure thing,” Nila said.
“Thanks,” Frederica said. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” Nila replied.
Frederica hung up and turned back to the couch.
“Can Va’el hold out for two more days?” she asked.
“Does she have a choice?” Ozzie replied.
“I’m afraid not,” Frederica said. “You can crash here while you wait. I don’t think Angela or Genesis would object.”
“They’d better not,” Ozzie said. “They basically owe me everything, after all.”