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To: Thurston From: Ballard |
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Scribe status is: Secure. Agent status is: Secure: Full sit rep available. Investigation is: Viable. Report status is: Delayed; Wound infected, delayed return. |
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To: jour/sys Subject: Clarity |
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Lots of things have changed since the last time I journaled. For one thing I had my ass chased across a goodly portion of the motherfucking continent, got my hand almost cut off, shot at, fell off half a building, my head bashed in, all the above several times more after that with a side order of a near-severed femoral artery (joy) over the course of one exciting evening and ended up in Clarity, an outlaw settlement I'd been planning to look up anyway, just not like this.
They saved my ass and quite possibly my life. Apparently my name is all over the fucking RUN network so I have no clue when I'll be able to get back into NP. This pisses me off no end. I want to check on my forger. I want to give my forger orders to fill. I'm sure he wants to get paid. I want to set up and run out of here because Clarity is a decent-sized burg that clears a lot of defectors and I can do good business trading papers for clean food and scribes for my buyers in town. But until I can get back into NP and see how the land lies now, I'm just spinning my motherfucking wheels. Not happy. |
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