On Borrowed Wings

[Dusk]

recording...
location: invergordon salvage yards, inverness system
current date: 28.05.835
local time: 10:06
detected entities: locksmith

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The workroom was in disarray. Disassembled, damaged parts of parts were scattered everywhere. The lights from the interactive monitor flickered with indicators whose meanings were probably known only to the owner of this equipment.

It looks like it was intentional.

“Entry... Who cares what number it is, anyway. Just another entry.”

Freud spoke from somewhere off-camera, his voice slightly irritated and tired.

“Haven't made any new recordings for some time again. Things are still mostly quiet, apart from some military action in Dublin and a busy day in Leeds. Got some new acquaintances, managed not to die like a dog. What's not to like?”

"Sadly, didn't made meaningful progress on that unusual weapon I've brought from the Orkney system. Was too busy with my regular work. It would seem I won't be able to get anything useful from it unless I'll make it a full project."

"Still, at least I managed to repair and modify those common Gallic guns that I've picked up to work with the Defender, so that's something."

A long pause.

"One other thing... That thing in Ontario seems like it gets more active. Now I'm getting a headache each time I'm passing through the system. Shouldn't get any closer to that, probably. More on that later."

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end of recording