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[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

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Four or five...?

[ Look, Snake hadn't paid them that much attention except for those moments when they'd climb all over him while he was sleeping. ]

Yeah. If you have questions I can try to answer them, but... there's a lot that hasn't really been explained to us.

Holy shit.

[He's never had that many cats. How did he even manage with that many?

He thinks for a moment about what to ask. There's a few things that come to mind.]

How armed do I need to be generally?

[ Snake at one point had fifty dogs (no exaggeration), so he's really in no position to judge. The cats had at least been small.

It's a worthwhile question, and Snake takes a moment to think it over. ]

I tend to take my handgun with me whenever I go out, but it usually isn't necessary. Just a force of habit.

[ You never know what might happen, after all. ]

Things tend to be peaceful within the city itself, but if you start heading out to some of the other accessible planets, there's no telling what you'll have to deal with.

Like hell I'm going anywhere unarmed.

[That isn't in question. He has no intention of going anywhere without a weapon. But there's a difference between carrying a knife, and carrying an armoury.]

That's good to know. I'll probably be doing that at some point.

[ Snake's got an idea of the kind of crap that Wash has been through, so he doesn't need to tell him to take care of himself or be careful. There's nothing wrong with some healthy paranoia either, given their situation. ]

Good luck settling back in. You can feel free to contact me if you need anything.

[ Wash may not remember him, but it seems like the right thing to do. ]

...Thanks. You've been just about the most helpful person I've spoken to yet.

[ Snake raises an eyebrow. Sure, he knows how to give a briefing with the best of them, but... ]

What's everyone else been telling you?

Asking me what the UNSc is. Comments about the phrase 'bullshit dimension hopping'. Telling me that they know me without actually elaborating.

[ Snake sighs to himself, but it's not like he can be that surprised, given some of their fellow "crew." ]

Seems pretty typical. There's a good number of civilians in our group.

Yeah, I'd noticed.

It's like getting blood out of a rock.

It's just a matter of finding the right people to talk to. You'll figure it out.

[ He's got at least one decent source of information, now. ]

Sounds like I'll have to.

Thanks.

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