{Unified Universe Project} [Accidental Voice Post]

[adstring_npc]

[A voice is heard, one that's been heard before.]

I need numbers, dammit! How many did we lose to the Outsiders?

[Professor Anderson speaks.] Numbers don't matter here, sir. What matters is finding a way to prevent this from happening a--

Do I look like I want your opinion? I want numbers, now. And I want the stupid botanist punished. I want everyone who might have talked punished! And let me know when our people start coming back to life.

Two already have. One of them can't stop shaking, though. He got attacked by our own ro--

I. Don't. Care. Get out of my sight. And send me Greg and Matthew. I want to know how this started.

Sir.

[There's the sound of footsteps, and after a few moments the connection clicks off.]

Comments

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

That you think anyone here believes in coincidences only proves mine.

[codename-m.livejournal.com]

Don't make me explain the term "sarcasm" to you.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

Do all of you have to be so boring and defensive?

[codename-m.livejournal.com]

Says the person who started the conversation with insults.

I've reached the conclusion that you're just complaining for the sake of it, even if it doesn't make much sense. Having a bad day? Or perhaps you've been ordered to play the role of frustrated smartass to distract us?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I'm having a great day. My compound was attacked, files were stolen, some of my people are dead, and now you all are full of self-importance.

[codename-m.livejournal.com]

What kind of files?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

Our files.