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<P>(Registered voices: 'TRM' 'Mole' 'Illuminati' 'Compudoc')
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<P>TRM: Can you fix the keypad?
<P>CompuDoc: It's not in good shape, the circuitry's pretty much fried.
<P>Mole: I've got a bad feeling about this. Illuminati, let's go talk to him.
<P>(Ambiguous sound, likely human male being dragged)
<P>Unknown Male: Ugh, this has to be all a dream. Just a dream...
<P>Illuminati: I'm afraid not.
<P>(Noise best categorized by 'clunk' followed by screams)
<P>Mole: Who sent you?
<P>Unknown Male: Scara! Scara sent me! Please...
<P>Illuminati: For what purpose?
<P>Unknown Male: He... he wanted me to get the news script, I'm just a secondary force because we can't trust Trestkon after the Kylie incident... that's all...
<P>Mole: Trestkon? Dammit, is he coming here?
<P>Unknown Male: He's probably already on his way.
<P>(Pained laughter)
<P>(Gunshot)
<P>Mole: Oh hell Illuminati! You got blood on my shoes!
<P>Illuminati: We have more pressing concerns -- and if TRM asks, he reached for your sidearm.
<P>Mole: Fine. And Trestkon, if you're reading this I intend to make it the last thing you ever read.
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