*begin transmission*
Well, that was a load of bollocks if I ever saw it. Not only did my employer send me to another plane of existence, but the bloody merchant I needed to get the vial of... whatever this is... sent his mooks after me. Needless to say, they never stood a chance, and I reached the extraction with nary a hair out of place. At least this time the bugger showed up, but the ponce never stepped out of the bleedin' shadows, once again using his proxies to be his voice box. I swear, once I'm done with whatever jobs he's sending me on, there will be heads rolling on the floor.
*papers rustle, the sound of a metallic object hitting the ground*
Well, colour me impressed. Looks like I'll be staying on Earth for this one. Simple job, too, by the looks of it. A babysitting job, make sure some brat keeps his nose clean. How hard can that be? Just got to keep quiet and stay in the shadows. Easy for me.
*end transmission*
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Random bits of transmission of misson briefs/debriefs, and music I listen to.
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