It was late, or maybe early, when the comm terminal in Mwezi’s room chirped. But the chirp was… odd. It wasn’t the standard tone. It was… different… but somehow familiar.

It was the sound the comms on the Chernov made.

A single message waited for him. The sender was wholly unknown, and there was no identifier of any kind attached to the message. In fact, even with his Security knowledge, the message seemed to have just ‘appeared’ out of the ether of space and onto his terminal; not even with the option of responding to it. And the message was short, only two words…

=/\= Hey, Warren… =/\=

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