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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Operations Room, Hallway<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2Fxo1VInw-SKc&amp;hash=4e2e92befd3b6256e241f5a9fb245e76" href="https://youtu.be/xo1VInw-SKc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fight Song</a><br/>Tagging:  Idris<br/>Mentioning:  Everyone<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Upstairs it is, then."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">Idris might have said it softly, but Terry heard.  She was listening for the words.  She smiled, her back to Idris, then slowed down and waited for her to catch up.   <br/>
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Linking their arms, she said, "I think this group is not quite as dead as might seem.  Chris is off sparring with Addy in the training room. Kenji is off with Iris getting groceries.  You and I seem to be doing all right.  I'll admit, I'm perplexed by what's going on between Tristan and Alissa.  But they're siblings, so they'll iron out their differences.  Emmy is the odd girl out.  When Mother was here, they were a pair.  We either need someone for Emmy . . . . . or we need . . . . to fold her into one of those pairs."  There was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she suggested that.  "And then we need to bring all those pairings back into a group.  Or a family.  What do you think, Idris?"<br/>
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Terry was always reluctant to use the word family around the Cabal, since some members had lost theirs and others, like Idris, had dysfunctional families.  But that was what they needed.  A family.<br/>
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Of course, if Terry had been aware of what was going on in the Training Room just down the hall, she might not have been so confident of the Cabal's chances of regrouping.  She'd had her own suspicions that Mother's shooting had been an inside job.  And had eventually rejected those suspicions.  Chris and she had been the only ones to return to the Manor alone that night.  And at the moment Mother was being shot, Terry had been standing over the body of the daughter of a dear friend.  So she was already upset when she got the call from Emmy.  Jake, being the good partner that he was, told her to go to see to the needs of the living, while he would take care of the needs of the dead. <br/>
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That left only two suspects.  Emmy, a 14 year old who was closest to Mother of them all.  It was so unthinkable that she would harm Mother.  And Chris, who's alibi for that night was cloaked from Terry.  National security garbage.  But Terry had trusted Chris with her life on too many operations to even consider the possibility.  He'd saved her life several times over.  That had to count for something.<br/>
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"I hope Kenji and Iris are back with the groceries.  I need to pull out a meat hammer and pound on some veal for awhile."  Terry gave a nervous laugh.  So much for romantic conversation.  Why was she finding it suddenly so awkward to talk to this woman.  She could blame it on the headache, but it was more than that.  She hadn't had a romantic relationship since the Matrix had turned her brain into a storage device for the range of human experiences.  And she hated that piece of space junk for doing that to her.  She felt violated . . . by a fuckin' machine.  <br/>
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Terry started walking faster, pulling Idris along with her.  She needed to get away from that machine.</span>