Warning: Order attempting to cause chaos at Freeport 11 [Public]

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Comm ID: Tal Yahalom "Underscore" Ravis
Location: [REDACTED]
Encryption: None
Priority: High
Subj: RE: Warning: Order attempting to cause chaos at Freeport 11

There appears to be some kind of masked man in front of a shaky camera feed, which eventually focuses out on nothing in particular. A filter is placed over his eyes, and slightly sways with his idle movements. The voice, however, is unmistakably Tal's.

"Hey."

"Nice to see that Freeport 11 is under fire again, since neither the Core nor the Order can go 6 months without shooting at or near it in some capacity. How many times has the place been straight blown to pieces, now? 6 times? We're running up one hell of a track record here, hell, Freeport 7 was destroyed with a whole lot less, and we know how that ended up."

He's evidently in some kind of rush, although he's rambling due to the fact that he probably hadn't had a real conversation in the last few months. The camera briefly shakes violently, and some dust falls from the ceiling, lingering in the air for a few seconds before settling away. Tal looks up from the camera, probably at someone off-screen, with the black censor bar following his head movement.

"Hey, HEY! Was that on us?"

A woman off-screen informs him that it was down the road, although the second half of her sentence was too garbled to tell what she was saying.

"ALRIGHT!"

He looks back down at the camera, adjusting his helmet.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I was just wondering if my storage lockers were still intact. The ones I originally rented didn't make it out of that Core siege last year, but I got some more and there's still stuff in 'em, I think."

He produces a slip of paper from a pouch on his vest, unfolding it and reading some faded text off the front, the black marker having bled through the low-quality printer paper.

"It's uh, LX-499 and LX-500. Should be right next to each other on...deck 6? Deck 6, storage units, managed by Lockers-to-Go. If they're all busted, I've got insurance for it, the claim contact number should be 1128, that's one-one-two-eight."

A second shockwave, this one evidently closer, vibrates the camera even harder, causing Tal to flinch as more dust came down around him. He looks over his shoulder, where another similarly-dressed man runs into the shot and waves at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll meet you outside, go, go!"

He grabs a suppressed carbine off of the table to the right of the shot, and reaches up to end the recording.

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