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Most of your time was spent reading through the ledger, sleeping, and doing menial tasks on the ship while your allies did their own things to pass the time. There would be some friendly chatter here or there but ultimately, all of you just wanted off the fucking boat already. A week stuck out sea sounds fun until you realize you still have to work for basically free during the whole thing.
You managed to some very interesting passages from the the ledger, at least.
"TO P-CORP FACILITY ALPHA-1 ADMINISTRATOR LIORA VOLK, FROM R-CORP HQ: We refuse to agree to your proposal. The last few men we shipped over to your facility have disappeared. We know that you believe your 'Last Shot' abnormality could be useful but we refuse to humor you anymore. Do not contact us again."
"NOTICE FROM S-CORP: Due to recent interference from an unknown organization, we are hampered in our ability to construct new L, R, and P-Corp's containment facilities. Please wait patently as we try to deal with the unknown third party. We will try to hire Cleaners to resolve it."
"TO P-CORP, FROM L-CORP: We know what your fucking Singularity is, you son of a bitch. We're going to fucking kill you. We're going to rip your REFINEMENT machines out for everyone to see. <span class="mu-r">We're going to break into your facility and fucking kill you. See you in three days, bud!</span>"
The moment your ship docks at port, your allies fucking BOOK it off the ship before you even have time to say goodbye. Can't blame them, really. You were starting to lose your mind too.
>You are now by yourself.
>DELICIOUS MEAL wears off. Healed off MAX FLESH and RESTRAINT REDUCTION. FLESH IS NOW 5/5, RESTRAINT IS 5/9.
Suddenly, your phone starts buzzing like hell. Oh right! You finally got signal. You skim through it and, huh, wow. You got some text messages from a LOT of your allies (sans the ones you were working with on the boat journey). All of them essentially consist of them worrying about your condition and why you went radio silent, which you quickly send some reply texts to show you didn't get got.
The moment you finish with that, a certain Handler begins to call you. You quickly answer the call and, huh, the voice on the other end sounds weird. He's clearly sloppy drunk given how he's slurring his words.
"Take as long as you want before, uh, you want another mission. Heard from, fuckin' Abraham whatever. Wild shit. Thanks for artifact. Do whatever the fuck you want, mannnn." Annnnd you immediately get hung up on. Hm. This is. Unusual. Normally you're immediately thrown back into the mission loop but you got as long as you want to unwind, prepare, and explore to your heart's content.
[UNSTABLE] I. DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, NICOLE. WE NORMALLY DON'T GET THIS MUCH TIME TO RUMINATE.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] The Silver Agents probably don't know where we can, so we can do whatever we want right now.
[SCHOLAR OF THE CITY] Shit! We can explore the whole City if we want to! The world is our oyster now!
