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Apocashitstorm Tour, day 4. Its hard to believe Metallurgic International used t be headquartered in this dreary old ziggurat. Wyatt's office was on the second floor from the top. If M. Int had a policy againts workplace romances, he probably wrote it. TEXT: Hi Ma, Looking back, It's almost comical how much I detested Wyatt. I hated everything about him: lumpy face, his bad skin, his always-calm voice. his out-of-styls suits, and especially his stupid cowboy name. (I dont care how badly you want to assimilate, there is never any excuse for naming your kid after a gunfigter.) I couldnt believe you would replace my baba - a decorated combat flier - with a corporate drone. So i made it as hard for you as I could. I was beyond cruel. I accused you to your face of only being interested in Wyatt for his money. Called you, my own mother, a gold-digger and worse. Refused to attend the wedding then got myself arrested the night before just to cinch the point. It took me years to underst

Audio Datapoint :  HADES: Task... is complete. SYLENS: Yes? The Focus network is active, built to your specifications. Check it yourself, if you must, I'll wait. HADES: But... I remind you of the reward you've been withholding. Quantum processing? SYLENS :Data has been compiled. Volume too great for transfer. HADES: How... inconvenient for me. SYLENS: Come before me. You shall receive your reward. HADES: Very Well. INTERCEPTED TRANSMISSION HADES: Helis. Threat detected inside Eclipse. HELIS :Speak its name, O Shadow, and it will die. HADES :You will eliminate this one. Sylens. HELIS :Sylens-- yes, A Truth whispered at night is seen in the day. He was never one of us. HADES: It will be done.