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"I must say, good luck on your next hunt. With several anomalies possibly being decommissioned soon, we need all the resources we can get." You blandly announce to them. "Now, what was Delta having a fit about?"
"I WANT TO GO WITH THEM!"
"The only way that would be possible is through constant usage of the heart PARADIGM." Null is busy restitching up Delta's gut wound. "Which would require us holding onto it for a day."
"I don't think it's a good idea." Beta is flipping through some notes he has written. "He still has a day or two left of healing, minimum."
[DYING LIGHT] You have to admire his spirit. His desire to push on, even when barely clinging to life.
"Regardless." You refuse to give any answer for now. "There was also reports off something of potential by C-0RA, one of my assistants. Phone booth, 3555 miles north, 2555 miles east from there."
Tau snorts the moment you finish speaking. "Sir, I apologize, but we're not going that far away." Null shakes her head. "And no, I doubt we can do it as a return trip thing."
"We could send a pair over there." Alpha muses. Sigma shakes her head. "I'm afraid our hands are full as is. He'd need to send someone besides us to check it out."
"Oh, yeah, sir." Beta snaps his fingers. "Considering how fucked up the last harvest was? <span class="mu-b">All of us, 'cept Delta, are gonna be gone next shift. Better safe than sorry.</span>"
"Is it possible for any of you to stay behind?" You muse, trying to consider whether having nine employees missing is worth it or not.
"I'd hazard we can spare two but it would probably increase the risk of one of us going splatty splat!" Tau cackles. "Your call. Otherwise, all y'all have is Delly Del!"
"Duly noted. Well, to help with the harvest, I'll allow you to use any Fortune-based products left to improve the odds. We'll send a leasing form for it. Face the Fear, Build the Future."
"Okay."
"Alright!"
"Thank you, sir!"
"10-4."
Send someone else? You have two spunky girls you could possibly send there and one K-9 unit you could send there.
[HOPELESS WRECK] THROW THAT FUCKING COWGIRL UP THERE, ALONE. BITCH DESERVES IT!
[DYING LIGHT] Silence. There is no need for vengeance right now. In fact, aren't we talking to her soon?
Right, the "talk".
>Admin, have a talk with Zero, use Snow’s things as props to emphasize the point, and give both to her, just so she keeps that weight with her as a memory
You check up on the area she's at. Seems like the chef extracted is still knocked out, so that snubbed your plan to interview him this shift. Zero has most of her midsection wrapped up tightly but she seems mobile enough to move.
You page her.
Administrator --> Ranger Zero
ADMINISTATOR: Office. Now. No questions.
She grimaces as she sees your message. Good. She knows why you're calling her. No need to pretend there's any pretense.
"S-4M, let her in." "Alright, sir. Do you wish for some privacy?" "As much as can be given."
S-4M disappears from the screen.
