Subject: Rumors Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated Encryption:My encryption is maximum. Location: Canberra Star City Hangar, Tau-44
Hello, Riley. Weaver tells me you don't believe him. You're interrupting my preparations, but for stability's sake you'll have your answers.
Did I know something was going to go wrong? No. But I expected it. I always expect it. That's literally part of my job. I hoped there would be no problems, that my fears were unfounded, and so the Commission had one of the crew made up to look like me. Incidentally, I see the AI filled you in. This was for appearances, to make it look for the rest of the world like nothing was wrong, because I hoped that was the case.
I was on one of the escort craft, hoping that the nagging paranoia would turn out to be about nothing more than a small Royalist raid to swat aside. You hadn't heard from me because I got sent to Omega-41. I was stuck in a medical ward on Gran Canaria for several weeks making sure the radiation sickness wasn't going to be fatal. And no, they're not there. First place I looked. Freeport 5's still sending out scouts just in case.
Lastly... "was he involved in the disappearance in any way". Riley, if it were someone else suggesting I intended to harm Kane, they would be on a quick trip to the airlock. Congratulations on your promotion.
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