[Locked to Luceti Residents]

[malnosso]

[The message is voiced, and then delivered minutes later in typed format courtesy of his secretary. Ain't she a peach?]

You blew it up, you maniacs! Ha. Sounded as good as I thought it would.

Yesterday, there was a big goddamn explosion in Region Nine. Seems the Iron Eye built quite the weapon. Enough that an entire city of cultists was wiped out of existence. Personally, I'm not shedding any tears over their loss. But the fact is, people are talking. Talking about who was involved. About the fact that a certain group of volunteers from a certain highly regarded enclosure managed to completely miss this during their investigation. Now, me, I don't like to lay blame at people. Maybe you people really are that incompetent. Hell, wouldn't be the first time you lot managed to bungle things.

Or maybe you helped blow those bastards out of existence. In which case? Have a drink on me. Seriously. I just approved two dozen kegs of high quality beer to arrive in your local pub. You're all going to need it, given how awful you must feel about yourselves. Congratulatory drink? Ha! Don't bet your life on it. Matter of fact, I'm making other arrangements. Psychotherapy for all of you. We'll put the best of the best to figure out what the hell is wrong with you people and get you back on the straight and narrow. Clearly all of you are unbalanced, going around turning into kids, blowing things up, and dealing with invasions.

Speaking of invasions - our bad. Turns out, our security wasn't as well secured as we liked. One of our own used his access codes to get in there. Count Zompano, as a matter of fact. Another thing that was bungled up. Well, we fixed it. Made the barriers harder to break than ever. If you don't believe me, go up to it and punch it as hard as you like. I'll bet you a hundred credits that if you do, your fist will bounce back into your face and break your nose. Which would be hilarious, but I don't recommend it. But if you do, bring a camera. Matter of fact, I'll give twenty mission points to the first person who gets me a picture of it. Honest to science I will.

Bad news, though. Extra security means that the defense system against natural Shifts isn't what it used to be. Fact is, it's operating at 99%. So if you happen to turn blue or freeze in place for a week, don't panic! It's perfectly normal and it will wear off. Probably. So please don't send us messages complaining to us about it. Fact is: we don't care. It just makes more work for my secretary to have to go through and delete them all. The poor woman is overworked enough.

Last order of business. Bilirubin, known to you as Sir Catherine, is a traitor to the organization and considered extremely dangerous. If any of you spot him, you give us a holler right away. We'll see to it you're properly awarded for doing so.

Comments

[malnosso]

We'd prefer to handle him by putting him in a cell and not just whatever he throws at us. Makes it simpler that way.

[misterbrief]

Oh? And what has he thrown at you yet? Perhaps his shoe, or maybe even his pocket protector and a textbook or two? Come on, how dangerous can he really be. I'm not convinced.

[malnosso]

He's one of the five people in the world with the knowledge to be able to build a Shift Bomb.

[misterbrief]

[He was not expecting CJ to be so blunt about that. And with that statement, he knows that the Malnosso must know that Bil was out at the camp, if there was any doubt before.]

If that's the case, then why didn't you take care of that fool when you had the chance.

[malnosso]

Like I said. Smart. The blue bastard is a slippery as an eel and twice as cunning.

[misterbrief]

And what exactly did you do to him that would cause this blue man to attack the lot of you? [He'd like to hear the Malnosso's side of the story.]

[rpmanager]

Hasn't attacked us, yet. But acting outside company policy is unacceptable.

[misterbrief]

That still isn't answering my question.

[rpmanager]

I'm not being paid to answer your questions. Or talk to you, really.

[misterbrief]

[If he could have, he'd probably of punched CJ in the jaw for that if this had been in person.]

If I didn't know any better, from that attitude of yours, perhaps this blue man has good reason for going turncoat on you. [Yeah that's probably not buying Vegeta any points, but his temper. It's awful]

[rpmanager]

Sounds like you're considering the same thing.

[misterbrief]

I just don't enjoy having the subject danced upon. I don't have the time or the patience to get the run around. And stop putting words in my mouth.

[rpmanager]

The man's dangerous. Also useful. We want him back. Alive, if we can. If he's dead, we'll just grab 'em as soon as he revives. Simple as that.