Hirito took another swig of beer as he settled into the couch. The trid was playing nothing but trash, but that was fine with Hirito since his attention was going to be partially diverted anyway.
He settled on a re-run of Extreme Survivor: Hubble and started to look through the mail that had piled up. Most messages were sent electronically these days, but Hirito’s family had always kept up the dying tradition of written communication. He enjoyed the sensation of opening and reading the letters while making origami figures out of the envelopes.
The Hubble contestants were voting for who was going to be thrown out the airlock when a gold and red card in a guilded envelope caught Hirito’s eye. He was half reading it, half paying attention to the show, when suddenly his pulse quickened.
He had had a second cousin in Seattle that he had not known about? His Grandfather had sent the card to a drop box that only Hirito and family members knew about. This cousin had recently died and he had been invited, along with the rest of the family, to a memorial ceremony by his wife.
But a quick glance at the date ended any temptation to attend. The poor fellow had died almost two months ago, and the ceremony was four weeks past. Need to check the mail more often and not let it pile up, he thought. At least Grandfather included contact info for RSVPs and condolences.
He was about to toss the card into the recycler when the picture caught his attention. He seemed familiar…
It took a moment for the memory to come. From the recordings the Frenchie’s drone took inside the MCT research facility. It was one of security guards, the guy using the secretary’s computer for gambling on his night shift. One of the guards that Mazula had killed.
The show in background was reaching its exciting conclusion. But Hirito never did find out who went out the airlock as he gazed at the man’s face in deep contemplation.
The ancestors aren’t going to be happy about this…