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Found a letter. Didn't find the sender.

Message

Correspondence

'Sup, Sarcesian?

Fuck yeah creds! You know just how to make me happy. Been a while since we talked, so you wouldn't know, but the 'plasma torch' turned into wanting an 'arc cutter'. Yes, both use plasma in the form of a torch to cut things, they're both usable in vacuum, and they cost virtually the same, but they're completely different tools and nobody seems to understand that!

Your life sounds like it got more exciting! I forgot about the kid! She sounded nice the way you described her! How old is she, 10? 15? Something like that. What's the story between her and her brother? Overprotective? I mean, he's got to be threatening if you like him. I've said it once, I'll say it again: Being horny when you should be scared is unhealthy. If you die, I swear I am never talking to you again.

Let me tell you what's up with me. Got to the return address. No name, just an address. Star, Station, you know the drill. Get this: The guy who lived here just doesn't anymore.

Made it to his door. Knocked nicely. Waited 30 seconds. Knocked less nicely. Waited another 10. Then I broke down his door and started yelling. After a couple minutes of shouting for him to get his mysterious ass out there, I realized the place was abandoned. Nobody home.

The neighbors had started conglomerating, so I asked around. They said the place had been empty for months. And they were as stunned as I was to see it full of someone's belongings. Not the belongings of a squatter either. No, there were family pictures and shit all over the walls. I took a faceprint of a couple of them before getting the hell out of dodge. Don't want nobody arresting me for breaking and entering.

I got some names and places. Really fucking weird. They're a couple. They have a young son. The pictures on the walls were decades old. I get the feeling they're related to him somehow. Weird thing: They have each other and the kid. Neither has siblings, none of their parents are alive. They're the last of their line.

I think I'm gonna go pay them a visit next. I was planning on joining my team on a heist, but who needs money when people are putting shit in my bag and leading me to people who don't fucking exist? Dead-mans switch is still on. Don't worry about me.

If I die, turn my ashes into tattoo ink and write "bitch" on the foreheads of the ones responsible.

~Kyl