Born: 28.07.2015, Nidaros (Norway).
Daughter of Nao and Embla Juster. Ash's twin sister.
Born: 28.07.2015, Nidaros (Norway).
Daughter of Nao and Embla Juster. Eva’s twin brother.
Born: 06.03.2006, Mexico City (The United Mexican States).
Daughter of Maribel Guerrero, father unknown.
MEMO#1: 19.09.2025, 08:37PM – Nidaros, our house, at Fortunalia
It was just a normal Friday evening, you know. Home alone, me and Ash, watching TV. We had this big house up by Jon’s Lake, fifteen minutes outside the city. Both Mom and Dad used to work late, and at that time I didn’t really know what Dad did for a living. He never told us really, and there were only words like “the lab” and “the office” that said anything about what he was doing. I’m not even sure Mom knew what it was exactly. But she didn’t seem to care either, since she always seemed happy when we were all together. So, me and Ash didn’t care either. The grown-ups could do what they wanted, right. Hah- That’s what a ten year old girl thinks, you know. Mom usually came home late on Fridays, since they had the soup kitchen and medical lounge open a bit extra on Fridays. See, I knew what she worked as. She had the biggest heart on the planet, I thought back then, and I reckon I do now as well. Always tried to help the poorest and “those that God didn’t see”, as she liked to call them. Drug addicts and drunks, beggars and street orphans, you know, all the ones without a real home or much food. And Fridays were the real Samarithan days down at the hospital. When I sometimes went with Mom to her work as a little child I thought her job title was “Angel”, since all the grateful souls often called her one, you know. Haha. Young naivety. So cute. But reality hits you with a hammer, like this one Friday night when me and Ash were watching TV. It was actually that night when the ISS 2 accident occurred. We were watching the news with all these vids showing the collision and all those desperate people burning to death, some blown out of the ship and into space. It was really horrible, but I guess me and my brother sorta thought of it as a movie. We didn’t quite understand that it was actually happening to real people. But what was shocking to a ten year old girl that night was Mom showing up. She was bruised on her arm and around her right eye. I remember it so clearly, cus she was smiling, happy to see us, and I was crying and so scared. Who could hurt someone so nice, I remember thinking, he-he. There had been this bum who’d gone rampant as she’d given him a med exam. But after a long time in her lap, and many comforting words, she convinced me that the world was a nice place after all. It was of course lies, cus four years later the world turned bad again, and Mom was murdered. I… I don’t really remember much from those days, except the funeral. I didn’t cry much over her, I remember. I don’t know why. After that night when Mom came home bruised I guess I just… grew a skin. The world was out there, nice or not. You just gotta meet it, right. Every day.
MEMO#1: 07.03.2029, 10:59AM - Nidaros, Lademoen cemetary
The sun was shining as they lowered the coffin into the frosty ground. We were young back then. But I was old enough to think I had to take it like a man and not cry. I didn’t until I was lying in bed that night. Eva’s eyes were red from tears as I squeezed her hand tight. She threw the roses in, and I think she smiled then, knowing that Mom would’ve been happy seeing us together. Dad was standing behind us, tears running, but he was all silent that day. It was cold and I remember the priest putting a beanie on after the last speech. Many people had come, and many had things to say about Mom. My father was too broken to say anything, but Aunt Maria talked warmly of her sister. Despite the loss of Mom and the biting cold weather, the whole thing felt warm. It felt like the few times that… we were all together as a family. You know, tightly and like a real family. Our father hunched down in front of me and my sis and said something I didn’t understand then, and don’t quite to this day either, ha-ha. “Be courageous, you are the future.” We were only thirteen back then, and didn’t think much of it. I thought that’s what parents say in grave situations, heh. That was also the last time we saw Dad. He talked to some people next to an expensive black car, and drove off with them. Aunt Maria took us home, and stayed with us. I didn’t blame him until years later, but then I blamed him for everything, even for Eva leaving.
MEMO#1: 16.01.12, 10:34AM - Mexico City, our house in Chimalhuacán
Blue, I remember blue. The whole house was covered with blue sheets, curtains, sculptures, paintings. And not just blue, but, as mother said, our ancestral color: Mayan blue. Our inner aura, as she called it. The whole house smelt of clay after the dying. I had this cute little Mayan blue summer dress. I wasn’t aware of it back then, I wasn’t even six, but the world was supposedly going to end that year. Hundreds of years of prophecies would come crashing onto the world that year. I had my mind on trying to tame this stray cat that seemed to like living on our roof. Needless to say, the world didn’t end. At least not in the sense of extinction. But I remember and old neighbor of us, Old Pepé. He was chanting and whispering songs to the ancient gods each morning that year. He said the worlds of the beyond would melt together with our world, which meant you could submerge into your own world. I was soon turning six. I was more concerned with the cat. But the cat left just after my birthday. Found another roof, I reckon, with more food around. What stayed with me from those days was the color. My inner aura. Our people’s legacy.
MEMO#2: 30.04.2029, 09:18AM - Nidaros, Charlottenlund school
We’d all been awoken by the sheer tremor of it. Everybody did, you know. I can’t remember actually when in the morning, but it was early. Our Mom had been killed a few months earlier, Dad had disappeared after the funeral, and me and Ash were now living with our Auntie, Maria. A lot happened that year, I remember, but that day at school has stuck to my brain like burnt rice in a cheap ass kettle, heh. The fusion bomb the AngloFrench had detonated that night in Moscow was insane. The sheer force, you know. Sixty-five megatons. Megatons. That construction, that device of intense, massive, inhuman destruction is just jaw-dropping. It’s like you feel in awe at the mere thought of it. Rambling here, sorry. It’s just I have a thing for stuff that explodes, of course, being a rent-a-killer, you know, he-he. But yeah, BOOM! Moscow’s a crater. All the media were on it right away. There was nothing but destruction and pain on the news as our aunt drove us to school that morning. She’d cried during breakfast. She was like my mother. Big heart and all. Anyway, what I’m getting at… We came to school, and all the other kids were there, and there was this cute boy I liked in my class. Me, soon 14, was spending an awful long time in the bathroom, ha-ha. Fixing my long hair, over and over again. Yep, I had long hair back then. Painting my face like a model. Yeah, a little girl falling in love. Dangerous stuff, heh. Rambling again. So… we go to class, me and my brother, and there he is, that cute boy. Simon, I think his name was. Our teacher explained what had happened in Russia, and that there wouldn’t be any school today. We could do what we wanted. Talk, or play, or whatever. And, here’s the thing: Simon, the cute boy, got angry, and said something like “I have my presentation today, and now you say I can’t do it?!” The whole class laughed, me as well, and he turned around and looked sharply at me. Ha-ha. I don’t know why he looked at me, probably cus I was the first one he planted his eyes on when turning around. Anyway, I didn’t spend as much time in the bathroom after that, you know. I was finished falling in love with him, heh. Never again, I remember telling myself. Ha-ha. Humans never learn from history, that’s for certain. Hiroshima, Nagasaki all over again. And I was to fall in love later, as well. Irony of the world. Gotta love it!
MEMO#2: 15.12.2038, 08:14PM – Nidaros, War Memorial Museum
Luc was vomiting in the cubicle behind me, and I remember asking him if he were alright, while smiling in the mirror. Too much wine, and too delicious a banquet of food. Tough combo. Two other guys, can’t remember their name. Uhm. Marius, or Max or something. Yeah, Max and… and Jim, I think. They were laughing so hard when Luc came stumbling over to the sinks. He couldn’t help laughing himself. “The year’s over! Period!” He laughed. We were in the ballroom at the War Museum, next to N.A.I., at our annual end-of-the-year dinner. Luc ended every year like this, ha-ha. We sat on the far end of the long table, I remember, me, Luc and a couple of friends, and Luc’s girlfriend at the time being. And the time being ended a couple of days later, I recall, since she’d taken interest in another guy at the dinner. Heh, poor Luc. He took it like a man, though. Went out to Nidarosian Dreams and got a lap dance ten minutes after getting dumped. Ha-ha, what a guy. Anyway, usually at these dinners, Eva would talk a hole in my head, but now it was this Elisabeth girl, Luc’s girl who was going on and on. I clearly remember the headache came creeping, but luckily two of her friends came then, who had been late because of a torn dress or something. I recall hurriedly saying hello to them, before I almost forced one of the between me and Luc’s girl. Her name was Lisa. Let’s just say the headache left pretty quick. Three years later, me and Lisa were holding hands, waiting in Dr. Kimberly Vaugn’s office, planning on having a baby.
MEMO#2: 08.02.2022, 03:45PM – Mexico City, Huehueteotl (local school)
He was really handsome, I remember. Can’t recall his name, but I remember the face like it was yesterday. It was a Friday, I believe. Me and two of my friends were hanging around after school, to watch the older boys leave. They had cars and motorcycles. Teenage girls always fancies a bit older boys, you know. Anyway, that was the day I did something stupid, which turned out to be the smartest move I ever made. I left my girlfriends lovestruck by the fence, and walked home. When I got home my dear mother was crying in the kitchen. And it just pierces through your bones when someone you’ve always thought was so strong is shivering in tears, you know. She was really sad, and at the same time angry. It was a money issue, again, but that time I don’t think it was her fault. Not only my being at school depended on money, but also the rent and food. We were scraping the bottom as it were. We couldn’t risk anything now. That’s why I decided to do something stupid. Get money. And how do you get money fast in the poor suburbs of Ciudad de México? Drugs of course. I got set up with a small dose of cocaine that same night, and was going to prove myself for the dealer, which was an older boy at my school. The next day I was going to sell coke to tourists. I proved myself alright, but on the next set up, I got busted. Dragged to jail, but, here’s the smart part, got offered a job at AFI, being their ears and eyes in my suburb. So, kids, deal drugs, and get offered jobs! Ha! The ball just kept rolling from there. From 16 years old snitch to 20 years old agent. I headed up, and ended up here, in freezing Norway.MEMO#3: 14.07.2037, 08:47AM – Nidaros, Vaernes Airport
I just quit. Didn’t bother anymore. I needed something new. I need adventure, you know. My life had been so framed, I just figured that I couldn’t turn twenty-two, still stuck in Nidaros. Still stuck in this life. I’d followed my brother so far, through the years at NAI, you know, the Nidaros Academy of Intelligence. He wanted to become an investigator, become a hot shot, big cop. I thought I wanted the same, but that summer. That summer, it just dawned on me. I needed out. So here we were at the airport. I was really happy, and Ash tried to be happy for me, ha-ha. I stopped this dude, and he shot a picture of us, both smiling, looking all happy family and all. Ash was sorry though, that his “little sister”, as he liked to call me, didn’t try to finish the academy. Heck, I was going to prove to him that I could take on the world. Without any degree or diploma. I was ahead of my class, in everything. Punctured the bull's eye the most, wrote the longest essays on psychology in war and investigative strategy, ran almost as fast as the guys. Hell, I felt a champion, ha-ha. So there I was, standing with a ticket to Hungary and to the world of security service that would lead me to all the craziness I got into later. Ash had spent the last week trying to discourage me from going. On that day, he only had serious father-advices. You know, “make sure the pay’s in the contract”, “get an extra lock on the door” and so on and so on. He’d always been overprotective, ha-ha. It was really cute when he was a little kid, but that day it was more annoying. I was a big girl, a lady. I could handle it. I could handle anything. And a few years later I was holding a gun to a guys head somewhere in Beijing, pulling the trigger, earning money. I could handle anything.
MEMO#3: 07.06.2040, 01:01PM - London, apartment (classified address)
The slug hit the door frame just a few inches from my head; woodwork splinters flying. That was damn heavy. I remember we were waiting outside the apartment door, weapons ready. I was number two, heading in first, as number one kicked the door in. I was working for BlackWater in London. We were razing an apartment which the Interpol believed housed explosive devices directed at killing the Prime Minister of England. And we knew there were three people inside, with weapons. Intelligence had estimated two shotguns and a Kriss. The guy in the coach with the shotgun was fast, but luckily a bad shooter. I took him down before he could reload his pump, and stormed into the next room and neutralized one more. The third guy fell on his knees and surrendered. Luckily, the Kriss lay in its case. Had the first guy squeezed that trigger instead of the shotgun he fortunately had, I’d be dead for sure. After the adrenaline had sunk, and I was standing by the window while the last guy was escorted out it dawned on me. I wanted back before something terrible happened. I recall so well what happened next. I opened the window and gave the thumb up to our sniper on the roof across the street. Mark, a teammate, asked me if I was okay, and I reassured him I was, but I really wasn’t. I took out my PDA and called Lisa back in Nidaros. It’d been two weeks since I’d seen her. She answered after a few rings, and I told her I was coming home. That slug in the door frame made me realize I couldn’t leave Lisa, like Mom and Dad left us. Or like Eva left me. That was probably the moment I actually grew up, ha-ha. The moment the splinters flew.
MEMO#3 20.04.28, 06:34AM – Nidaros, C.I.L.-building
I’m not permitted to comment that. Let’s just say it wasn’t the first successful experiment. Next question.