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Aliya Whiteley |
Incoming situation update for Officer Torey.
I cover my hesitation by looking in my handbag for my perfume, which I spray around me in a flurry of activity.
The news is delivered by the department computer. It is a low male voice in my brain, enabled by the implant which was fitted on my first day on the job, and I feel a mixture of fear and determination at the words I hear.
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