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My Sister is a Russian Supercomputer

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"So how do you know Bryce?" Isis asked curiously over her first real breakfast in a year.

Veronica glanced up from her own eggs. "Bryce and my dad went way back."

"Came here with her sister fifty years ago," Bryce took over, "and partnered with that fool thief."

"He was a Sharpe, Bryce," Veronica replied. "Not a fool."

Bryce harrumphed. "Foolhardy jobs, working with Dex, getting himself killed, and you just like him."

"Two out of three."

Isis interjected. "Sister?"

"Yes." Veronica grinned. "My sister is a Russian supercomputer."

Isis giggled. "This has got to be the weirdest family ever."