OK, another weird fic idea just hit my damned brain.

The age-old BGC question popped into my
head ' Is Sylia a boomer or not ?' 

The next question is ' What if Sylia _is_ a boomer ?'

I had fun with the idea for awhile rolling around in my head.

I made a fic about that anyway,here it is.

I think I made tons of mistakes , maybe because I 
wrote this up in about thirty minutes. 

Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters. Someone else owns
them. I hope they don't send thugs to beat me up
for writing about them.
  

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Mackie Stingray and the rest of the Knight Sabers were
in the living room of the Stingray's apartment. Five days
ago, Sylia Stingray died in an unfortunate 'accident'.

Car bombs aren't usually called accidents but with 
GENOM involved they usually become one.

Mackie had immediately checked for security leaks,
they were lucky that GENOM only knew that
Sylia was the one being contacted by Fargo.

Along with his check of the databanks, he had opened
one of Sylia's files that were only to be opened in the 
case of her death. It had immediately sent out a 
message to an unknown destination. The second instruction
was that to gather all the Knight Sabers into the
Stingray apartment.    

' Why're we here ?' asked Nene as she looked at
Mackie.

She noted the bags under his eyes and the bloodshot
eyes. She was getting quite worried over Mackie.

' I don't know. That's all my sister left in the file.
That we should all be here five days after the opening of 
the file.'

' Someone must be coming to take her place .' said 
Priss.

' But who ? ' demanded Mackie.

The answer came when the door was opened and she
came in. 

_She_ was someone who looked exactly just like 
Sylia except for the shoulder length black hair. She
had the same distinct eyecolor, the same face and
she radiated the same cold businesslike demeanor.

' Is this the Stingray Residence ?' she asked.

Mackie's bloodshot eyes widened as her voice
exactly matched that of Sylia's.

' Yes.'

' The prime unit was deactivated a few days
ago. I have come to take her place. I would
like to be called Sylia Stingray as my
predeccesor was called.'

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Hmmm... may integrate that to the BG Conspiracy storyline...

Anyway, if anyone wants me, I'll be in Quincy's bunker.

And it's just hypothetical. I have a very open mind so
I still can't decide if Sylia's human or not.


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