“Failed the contract?”“Yeah. Camera flagged me before I even reached the target.”“Ouch. Back to Silver rank?”“Bronze, actually. Third failure this month.”— Overheard at the GuildThe Guildmaster leaned back in his chair, a fond smile crossing his face. “Syntavelli is brilliant, absolutely brilliant. I’ve met her niece, your grandmother, a few times while we were busy building the world back.”He paused, studying Alice’s holographic image. “You have silver hair and deep eyes. Unmistakable.”Alice practically vibrated with excitement, her hands flailing in gestures I could barely track through the holocall. “That’s so nova! Like, actually preem! Grandma never talks about the old days, says it’s all ‘ancient history’ and ‘not relevant to modern operations’ but this is—” She was talking so fast the words blurred together. “Wait till I tell her I met someone who actually knows her! She’s gonna—”“Alice,” Cecilia’s voice came from off-camera.“Right, right, focusing!” Alice took a breath, then another face appeared in the holographic display as Cecilia leaned into frame beside her sister.“We’re twins,” Cecilia said simply, her tone much more measured than Alice’s excitement. “Apologies for my sister’s enthusiasm.”The Guildmaster’s smile widened, clearly amused. “No apology necessary. It’s refreshing, honestly.” He studied both of them through the holographic connection. “So. Dash mentioned you need a netrunner for an infiltration job. What exactly are we dealing with here?”Cecilia’s smile shifted instantly into her thinking face. Alice moved slightly to give her sister space, and I watched Cecilia’s tactical brain engage.“Aurelia Academy,” Cecilia said. “Administrative building, third floor, east wing. Isolated server cluster containing disciplinary records. We need specific files deleted—mine (...)