A look at what Alice was doing right before Kimimi died
The chain holding the stained, heavy sandbag off the ground clinked against itself as Alice attacked it. Her daily physical training always started out fine, a chore that had to be done. Some days she saw faces instead of a sandbag, and even her handler knew to approach her carefully when it was time to stop. Skin broke on her knuckles and Alice responded by alternating her elbows and knees on her target.
She heard her name but didn't stop-- couldn't. She went harder and twisted toward a new attacker when she felt a brush against her shoulder. Her assailant sidestepped Alice's kick, and took her loss of momentum as an opportunity to grab Alice in a restraining hold from behind her.
"Alice! Stop it now. Come back. They kill Deltas they can't control."
Alice dropped all of her weight to the floor, slipping out of the hold and holding a sparring position to show she was listening. A glance wasn't enough to tell if the handlers were buying it, if they thought this was a pair of Deltas sparring for a chance at privileges.
The girl across from her nodded subtly. She seemed convinced everything was okay.
They leapt at each other, mostly blocks and acrobatics. Neither of them would ever dare to leave a mark where it was easily found. Destroying property that wasn't yours would also lead to death.
"Attention!" The master's voice crackled over the loudspeaker and every girl turned towards the viewing area, backs straight. "MK03-LM01 report for duty."
Alice walked to the exit without looking back. She flagged down a medic and grabbed a roll of gauze for her knuckles on the way to the control room.
"Sir," she nodded to her handler, "I am at your disposal."
"Our contact has discovered the source of our target's misbehavior. The report is on the desk. You get to choose a cutout to eliminate the problem."
Alice glanced over the report, and pulled up security feeds to see the effects for herself. "Are any cutouts conditioned to remote programming?"
Her handler nodded. "A taste of her own medicine, eh? Yes, an army vet with a drug problem is ready to go. He's currently living on his own in the streets, so no one will miss him."
"I'll program the commands then. Let's have him in the area when the press conference starts."
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