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August 6th, 2051

This Sunday is a particularly somber one; most everyone in the base is gearing up for the prospect of a war, given what happened in Zawame a few days ago. Given what you've just been through as well, people are just leaving you alone, with a few souls offering condolences to you when they run into you. You nod at their words and walk away. You found out that your friends are alive and well, at least, but your mom was laid to rest two days ago.

Alejandro and Lamesha were there, as were your teammates. The Major herself was stoic throughout the whole affair, up until the moment your mom's coffin was lowered into the ground, when she let out a soft sob which only you heard because you were next to her. You were offered compassionate leave, but you declined; there are those who need to pay for what happened to Zawame, and you intend to get the price from their hides.

As you're washing your face in the morning, your phone rings and you head over to answer it. "Dorn Wilton, I need you to do something for me," Edgar says over the phone, and you blink in surprise before asking him how he got your number. "Found it in the military database," he says curtly, and before you can respond, he continues, "I need you to do a favor for me. Just come over to my workshop right now, and I'll explain the details to you once you get here."

You tell him that you're busy today, but he says, "Just get over here and hear me out, at least. If you don't want to do it then, it's fine, but if you do take my offer, I promise to get you something good once it's done."

You sigh and tell him that you only have a few minutes to spare.

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