To: The Hellfire Legion, Harmony. Subject: Pax Beringa.

[The Syndicate Leagues]

Incoming Transmission

To: Dalgaard.
From: Acting-Arbeitsdirektor Solomon Weiss.

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What can I say? Yer' done it now. Y'all can call the Unioners a great many things, but fools is the bullet that will break the skin. They're not fools.
They're cantankerous and paranoid, but they're not fools. They're bright enough to call a spade a spade, a crock of it, a crock of it.


The terms of the truce still abide, even in war. 'Cept this time, we'll uphold our end. You come to Bering? Expect to be attacked, because that's what we've come to expect from you at this point. Extrapolate that out to Texas and any other overlappin' zone. You come spreadin' mischief like a runaway muck-spreader on a Stuttgart collective again, and you're going to get a live round with just as little hesitation as you showed us. You and your Xeno gangbangers.

You made this problem for yerself and yer' going to have to dig yourself out of it. Shame, really. We could have achieved great things together.

Here's hopin' you can still sleep at night. Wrap yerself in a snug blanket of falsehoods and y'all doze right off.

If y'all excuse me, I have a war to plan.

Transmission Ended

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