“You called for me, Lyra?”
Said CEO glanced back at magneta-coated mare as she stepped out of the elevator.
“Thank you for coming in on such a short notice, Cheerilee.”
“What is it?”
“To business, right,” Lyra sighed, looking out of the window of her high rise. “I got some of the data back from my spooks.” She raised a hoof to her face and pulled on her hair. “These people are like ghosts, Cheerilee. Hiding behind lies, and proxy soldiers. I need you to find them. Figure out what they’re planning.”
Lyra raised a prosthetic right hoof. With a hiss, hidden seams separated. Joints and supports unfolded and reformed into a hand. “They cannot stop us. They can’t stop the future of SOFT HANDS.”
Cheerilee raised an eyebrow. “Nice duds, ma’am.”
“I know! Isn’t it awesome?” Lyra squeed, wiggling the fingers. She rubbed it against her cheek. “So soft too...”
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