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Getting the warhead set up and all the gold out went fairly uneventfully, as far as I'd like to admit, and the bright noon sun had vanished over the horizon by the time we had unloaded Trout at the lighthouse and Ripple had brought her back to Maple Creek. Leaving the diving suits behind at Crash Dive's place in their entirety, we'd all taken place atop the sub pen, including a metal tub with a sea pony inside of it. I let off a light giggle, sitting down on the heavy blanket laid out in the snow and watching out towards the open water, flicking on my radio. Huh, no music… and that is definitely not Jim. Guess this is why White Noise is the assistant…

"U-um, you're turned to Radio KAOS, and right now, uh, the usual DJ is occupied with setting up a camera… thing. I-if you didn't hear it from him earlier, apparently the Vanhoover Five are going to be taking care of a, uh, crashed submarine, that's kind of become the home to a whole colony of those monsters, er, fish, ah… monster-fish? Ahm, those things that they killed at the Vanhoover dam, and in Clearwater, yanno, those fish-things. Anyways, uh, yeah, Vanhoover Five are taking care of them, and we assumed it probably means a big explosion, so… yeah. I'll, um, I'll keep you updated until the DJ comes back, and if you Five are listening, we are ready here, so if you can blow this thing anytime, that'd… that'd be just great. Please do it soon."

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Posted previously at: 2016-01-16T20:27:12