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>"Control, Maurice is dead. I killed him. Greys are angry. Need diplomatic assistance, urgent."
<span class="mu-i">"Agent, this is Control."</span> This one, she gets to the point and you're grateful for that. <span class="mu-i">"Those men are very territorial. They don't like people who try to contest what is theirs, especially teams of H&S Sanitechs, and outsiders in general. Vibrant <span class="mu-r">red</span> and <span class="mu-b">blue</span> colors also set them off quite violently, so remove any of those clothes or items ASAP."</span>
"Understood, Control." You don't wipe the gunk from your mask, just in case. Red-tinted lenses.
A houndmaster kneels down and starts petting his warhound. It barks happily, little beads of toxic spittle sent flying. The smell of blood is thick in the air. Someone coughs, pointedly.
Any more elaboration to your explanation?
>Write in.
>None necessary. Proceed with the plan.
