"Plan? Of course I have a plan - now. Why the hell do you think you've been kept in here for so long? I had to figure something out that didn't end up with the solution like what Graves would've done."
Stoat snorted as he started getting his clothes on. He remembered that George tended to have very simple solutions to his problems - fatal ones for the people involved.
"Seriously. You know how well we study people. Remember that crap with Captain Mimic a while back? If we weren't sure about what had happened to you, we wouldn't be having this conversation - you'd be back on duty. The Lords know that the situation in Bretonia is going to hell in a handbasket, what with the new threats from Gallia, in addition to the usual stuff."
Stoat nodded. "So what does this all mean?"
"Well, for one thing, you're locked out of our neural net. One of the things the doctors did was physically clean your implants. So while you're still on base, you're going to have to have someone escort you round the clock. Deal with it. As for the infestation stuff - how many Wilde prisoners have we processed through here, do you think?"
Stoat shrugged. "Half dozen, maybe? You know I don't keep up with that part of the business."
"You're off by a factor of 10. So far we've had over 43 infested humans that we've done studies on. With them, there's both good news and bad news. The bad news is that you become part of the Nomad collective. The good news is ... well, the Nomads seem to be learning a bit, and with some of their infested, they're not quite as controlling as we've seen in the past."
(11-21-2013, 12:53 PM)Jihadjoe Wrote: Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.
