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Post by effinfitz on Jan 20, 2013 13:00:46 GMT -8
An e-mail distributed to all field agents, 15:45, 1/20/2013. TO: "All Level 1 Employees" (Mailing List L1) FROM: Mila (mcamero1@aegircommunications.com) SUBJECT: A little help.
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Hey, everyone.
The Council of Venice is expressing curiosity over some black market trading of Draug specimens. Specifically, draug "pups":
No accounting for taste, one supposes.
It's not exactly a high-profile assignment by itself, and some junior agents from Floor 29 are going to learn the frustrating way that all the evidence in the world won't move the Council to convict one of their own, but I heard that there's a trip being planned to the Polaris today. If that's the case, can someone on that field team do some quick servicing on the cameras we put up in there? I'd appreciate it.
Good luck out there.
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((Also, if there's time enough, anyone up for an Elite Polaris run? Secondary to the already planned one, of course. I'm quite sure it'll be more friendly than Slaughterhouse.))
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Post by sersi on Jan 20, 2013 20:37:10 GMT -8
Drinks. Taking her mama to church. More drinks. Picking her mama up from church. Stealthily checking if Cat has a new boyfriend to steal yet. Somewhere in between all these and more drinks Tink remembers the request and sends in a quick email.
Camera 1 and 2 beyond repair. Requesting parts and an insertion team to replace. Camera 3 has been moved to a more protected area - also will help cover more ground until other cameras are replaced. New access code as follows -
[secure line - redacted]
***** *****
Tink fires off the message before going back to drinking. Much later in a drunken haze she will ask herself, "Was that the access code or the detonate code?"
But the thought leaves her inebriated mind as quickly as it came.
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