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[There's very little preamble before the network gets an earful of the distinctive, raspy tones of a certain ex-cop. Guy sounds like he smokes his cigarettes and eats them too. He also doesn't sound exactly comfortable to be speaking on the network, but anyone who's met him in person in the past few days knows that that forced impassivity is kind of his thing.]
I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.
[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.
There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.
[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.
And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.
Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]
I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.
[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.
There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.
[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.
And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.
Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]
voice; switches to private
[INGORE THAT GUY DOWN THERE. IGNORE HIM.] What did you do? Blow a fuse, break a nail? I need details.
voice; dubiously switches to private
There's a slight hesitation before he replies:] Hard to say. I'd like a diagnostic to start.
[Apart from the pits and scrapes marring the formerly sleek outer shells of his limbs, he's got no way of knowing what had happened to him between the wreckage of Panchaea and the Ingress. Most of him seems to be in working order, but he just can't be comfortable with himself with his memory torn full of holes like this.]
Besides that, I've just got a couple of cranial enhancements that I suspect didn't really take "being in space in another universe" into consideration when they were being designed. Those could use some updating. [And maybe then, the constant, "helpful" warnings dotting the edges of his vision will go away. He knows something's up, thanks.
A pause. He just– he has to know more.] Tony Stark, though. You mean the guy that already contacted me about this?