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>A, Observe Shot's planning. Wear OWB and the Old Fashioned Boots to avoid being detected at any costs.
You can barely make out Arthur's presence on the camera through the faint glow of his halo. By the time you blink, the airlock to the anomaly's cell is closing shut.
<span class="mu-i">AUTHORIZATION..? HM.</span>
Employee A presumably takes his spot in one of the far corners of the room.
The ball of meat is pulsating at an erratic rhythm.
ANOMALY: NOW, SCUMBAGS! I'M SURE WE HEARD THE ANNOUNCEMENT BUT WE DIDN'T NEED ONE TO KNOW.
ANOMALY: THAT WE NEED TO IMPROVE. TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST, WE SUCKED LAST TIME. IS THIS WHAT P-COMPANY WOULD WANT?
MEAT: SIR, NO, SIR!
D-MEAT: No, sir?
ANOMALY: EXACTLY. NOW, WE MIGHT GET NEW FREAKS COMING SOON. THERE IS A PATTERN I RECOGNIZED BACK IN THE DAY.
ANOMALY: SO I NEED YOU TO LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH THOSE GOD DAMN FREAKS.
ANOMALY: THREE SQUADS. MIND, BODY, SOUL. THAT'S WHAT I'LL SPLIT YOU UP IN. MIND, YOU FUCK WITH THEIR HEADS.
ANOMALY: YOU SHOOT TO DISTRACT, TO MESS WITH, NOT TO KILL.
<span class="mu-i">If they think you have won, then you have.</span>
A third of the meat soldiers quickly break off into this new squadron, including that one weird meat lady.
Pencil scribbling on paper is thankfully muffled through the constantly yelling ball.
AR?????: interesting.
ANOMALY: NOW. BODY, YOU'RE OUR KILL SQUAD. YOU SHOOT TO FUCKING KILL. YOU SHOOT UNTIL THERE'S NOT EVEN ANY MUSCLES TO TWITCH WITH.
<span class="mu-i">I learnt my mistake. Never turn your back away from a body until you're sure.</span>
<span class="mu-i">My skull is seething.</span>
Another third of the meat soldiers split off into the new "body" squadron, most of the converted Rangers are here.
ANOMALY: AND SOUL...
ANOMALY: ...
There's an awkward silence. The meat soldiers look at each other, uncertainty beginning to set in. Hopefully someone's taking notes.
ANOMALY: YOU'RE TO RESTRAIN AND CAPTURE. IF ALLOWED, TO FEED ME. IF NOT, TO GIVE TO SECURITY. THEY NEED THE HELP.
ANOMALY: They always do.
The remaining third separate into this new squadron. They look around, as if expecting to hear more.
ANOMALY: NOW. REMEMBER YOUR PLACE AND DO YOUR ASSIGNED ROLE. DO NOT FUCK UP AND GO "OHHH, I WANNA KILL KILL KILL."
ANOMALY: We are better than that. We kill because we have to, not because we enjoy it. Do you understand?
MEAT: SIR, YES, SIR!
ANOMALY: Good, now.
The flesh board that had the words "BODY/SOUL/MIND" indented on it sinks back into the floor.
ANOMALY: We normally get some dipshit sent down here to talk to me or whatever, so look sharp.
The airlock to the containment cell opens up. The ball of meat instantly moves a tendril over to check it out.
ANOMALY: Huh?
It closes before it can investigate further. The only sign that anyone was even there was tiny bits of graphite dust.
Employee A pulls off the PARADIGM and the boots, putting them back into storage (and/or to use on Kate). He keeps his notes close to hand.
