Agent 16's POV
I would walk back into the train, dripping, soaking in my own ink from the mission, my joints were rather stiff, maybe that was a disadvantage to being A LAZY F—
(Ok, JK)
My joints were rather stiff from the long period of rest I had. And I examined the Mem Cake as memories flowed back into me
You paint the turf with graceful strokes.
With watchful eye, I breathe a sigh.
From sniper's perch, I go for broke.
I silently muttered "Wait... Pieces of my memory are coming back?" I would glance a longing look at the Mem Cake, as I would put it away
