Otto wrote:<Conduct a test of the chemical I have ingested, clean up this bloody signal, work out what the hell that chatter is all about, I heard screams.
Report back in thirty minutes in an encrypted 5 second code burst. Maintain radio silence. Message ends.> Otto orders Sting rapidly.
Code burst, transmission passlock id confirmed, receive!
Automatic protocols cycled through Otto's Cranialware, before Stings coarse verbatim struck him
<CHEMICAL ANALYSIS INDICATES A FAST ACTING RESPIRATORY TOXIN, RESULTING IN CARDIAC ARREST AND BRAIN ANEURYSM>
<SIGNAL IS FACKIN DIFFICULT AS LITTLE IN THE WAY OF FACKIN RADIO IN THIS DUMP>
<CHATTER IS THEM TALKIN, THEY'VE CORNERED LOADS OF HUMANS DOWN BY THE RIVER>
<GOTTA TO BE MESSY, GOOD ENOUGH FOR YA FACKNUTS>
Olivia hugs Otto, seeking comfort, his spectral vision showing her levels of strength diminishing, her injury undoubtedly draining her.