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am. She called you when the hospital couldn’t find anything, since my identity chip is missing,” he says.
     
                  “Your chip was gone when we found you. Nice and clean cut too. You had no other ID on you. The strangest thing is, no one has reported you missing, or come looking for you since.”
     
                  The man runs his finger over a hairline scar on his forearm. “Since? Since what?”
     
                  “Three months ago, excreta body bandits attacked a hover-shuttle by the DMZ.” Morefischo studies the man’s facial response.
     
                  “What does that have to do with me?” The man asks. His face twists in confusion.
     
                  “We found you on ice in a body box,” Morefishco says.
     
                  “A what?”
     
                  “A refrigeration unit for transporting large amounts of organs.” Morefishco smiled at the man. “You’re one lucky son of a gun.” The man looked up with fierce eyes. “I know it doesn’t look that way from where you’re sitting. But trust me on this one. I was there.”
     
    Running his hand through his hair and then feeling his naps with the palms of his hands, the man gasps.
     
    “I’m sure this is a lot to take in, but we need to know who you are, and why you were smuggled in a hover-shuttle,” Morefishco says.
     
    “I..I don’t know. Still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.” he stops, then scratches his head. “I don’t remember anything before the drive. Or after.” The man drops his head between his hands.
     
    Morefishco waves until he gets Lisa’s attention, as she stare at the man from outside the room. Morefishco turns back to the man. “Well, someone wanted you badly enough. Body bandits willing and able to take that kind of risk aren’t cheap. That means someone gonna come looking for you sooner or later.” Morefishco turns to Lisa. “This room is gonna be on lockdown until further notice.”
     
    “Lock down?” Lisa asks.
     
    “There'll be a guard outside his room at all times. No one besides you and his primary doctor comes in here without my say so,” Morefishco says.
     
    “I don’t think we have to go that far. Your alarming John," Lisa says.
     
    “John?” Morefishco’s looks at Lisa, and then at the man, who shrugs in resignation. “Sure.”
     
    “Besides, no one knows he’s here but us,” Lisa says.
     
    “I’m about to change that," Morefishco says.
     
     
    Several night later Ryles sits against the headboard of a hotel room bed. She wears her hair short and curly, from a styling kit she picked up at a convenience store a block away from the hotel. Her Big, gold, door-knocker earrings, swing and shine in the lowlight of the room. A blue light glows on the end of each earring. The in-room display suspended above the foot of the bed blares out world news. The red sundress she’s in shows the scars on her legs barely noticeable under her expensive, but hurriedly applied, makeup. Ryles nods and continues her seemly one-sided conversation.
     
    “I’m sure they haven’t forgotten about me. This ware is something they want more than money. I had to disappear when things went south with the client.”
     
    Ryles nods a couple of times before continuing. “If you’re sure they’re going for the termination clause, then I guess I’d better come up with a plan B.”
     
    Ryles disconnects her call with a swipe of her right earring. She looks up to the live news report. “Increase media volume twenty percent,” Ryles commands.
     
    “Male, black, mid-thirties...Ispari State Guard would like anyone with any information on a John Doe, in his mid thirties, to contact them at @TIPO-ISG or [email protected]”
     
    Ryles strains to study the man on the display with bushy hair and a full mustache and beard. It takes her about ten seconds before she recognizes him. “Zota.” She