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(The following notes were recovered from a dead courier by Sentinel Dinix. Their author has not been located.).
Sitting here, looking at this tracking device glued to my nipple, and wondering where I glitched up.
As Zhim puts it, this is my "last chance." Posing as a hired gun, I'm to escort a strider across Bastion to the Antium Lock, and fight off anyone in the way. There, I'll hijack the strider, kill the crew, and transfer it to Zhim's axe-men. My pay is a "retirement" package and a one-way Regulator escort to the Mirelands. Guess I pissed Zhim off.
Never said why she wanted the strider. Must be important. Because she glued this tracker to my nipple.
It was my last good nipple, and I shall sorely miss it
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