*begn transmission*
it seems my comms were disrupted while stuck on that time wracked island, but I finally made it back to... whenever it is now. I didn't realize that my employers thoglught I was MIA, but I brought them what they bloody wanted: the Time Manipulation Device, or TMD. Once again, no face to face. Just a suitcase full of dosh and my next assignment. This time I'll make sure to pack a long range transmitter to update everyone on mission progress.
*papers rustle*
Oh bugger me! Looks like my next destination will take me away from this plane of existence entirely. All for some concoction?
*end transmission*
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The Demon's Mish log
Random bits of transmission of misson briefs/debriefs, and music I listen to.
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