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[Howard is sitting in his lab - and the only off-putting thing is the grouping of bodies in Cultist uniforms around him and the smoking gun in his hand. He tapped the phone on, and responded to Wrathion's call.]
And what task would that be, sir?
[He turned to the assistants who were still cowering behind the lab tables, where they had been when the Cult had burst in - and met the end of Howard's .38's.] Well come on, clean them up. Outside with the rest. We've apparently got work to do.