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MRS Morey - PBF
Xander Morhaime:
"Corporations?..." the man said, looking puzzled. "None of them own this place, it's a private venture. Bunch of Scottish expats set this place up as a one-fingered salute to the Commonwealth and started drilling the rock for minerals. Then they expanded to freelance research work for outside bidders," he explained.
Malek Deneith:
- Do you happen to know who was the most recent bidder? - Hagazi asked, putting his rifle back down.
Silhar:
Doc said none, just pulled out a cigarette and lighted it, taking a look at the monitors.
Xander Morhaime:
"Not a clue," Bob replied, shaking his head. "Doubt they're all from the same source anyway. But I was never privy to that kind of information, just basing off what I hear around the break room," he added with a shrug.
The monitors did not really show anything interesting. From the angle the cameras presented, most corridors looked pretty much the same, and the only way you could tell them apart was the ID number in the top right corner. The view was generally variations on the topic of long corridors with room doors and the occasional side corridor branching off. Only one was currently showing one of the creatures aimlessly milling around a corridor intersection.
Gargulec:
'Fun to watch' muttered Shioban, looking at the surveillance. 'Anyway, mister civilian, time for the billion pounds question. Is there any distress beacon in the facility? Or any mean to get out of here?
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