// Private Room Created //
//OTSM - ROOM 0044//
//T. RICKMAN has accepted your request.//
L. MULICH: hey, man, wanted to contact you. just got our orders in from the director.
T. RICKMAN: ffs, what now? im still reeling from all that albadon shit.
L. MULICH: yeh, i know what you mean. crazy to me how these guys can afford a literal armed force to take those poor guys down.
T. RICKMAN: tell me about it. the gov gives these guys way too many pardons. this is work than that mkultra shit.
T. RICKMAN: anyways, what do they want us to do?
L. MULICH: shred it.
T. RICKMAN: What
L. MULICH: that’s what they said. shred it.
T. RICKMAN: god, what the hell?! first, we’re executing people for participation, now we’re shredding documents?!
L. MULICH: at least we’re getting paid extra???
T. RICKMAN: that’s what you’re focused on?
L. MULICH: man, this job helps me get by. who fucking cares if we’re shredding documents? we’re gettin paid big time!!
T. RICKMAN: goddamnit, lionel.
T. RICKMAN: listen, im gonna get to work. see you in the break room.
//T. RICKMAN has left the room.//
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