-ds-she Went To Entertain Her Client-honda Momo... -

“I’ll find your daughter’s memories,” Momo said, standing. “But when I do, you’re going to help me kill the man who sold me out.”

Momo stared at the chip. Then at the fusion core. Then at the man who was no client—but a desperate father. -DS-She Went to Entertain Her Client-Honda Momo...

She stepped inside.

The job was simple, or so they told her. “Entertain the client. Make him comfortable. He’s a collector.” “I’ll find your daughter’s memories

“DS,” she whispered—the kill-code for her handler. “Backup.” ” Momo said

Honda nodded once. “Deal.”

“You have a reputation,” Honda said, voice flat as a blade. “Not for pleasure. For extraction. Three Yakuza lieutenants. Two corporate whistleblowers. All last seen ‘entertaining’ you.”