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Captain Case
I could spend years describing the two days we spent crawling around the sewers, working our way slowly through a maze of traps, automated locking doors, and waist-deep sewage, but if I'm honest, it was pretty boring. Disgusting and stressful, yes, but nothing happened that is worth mentioning. It was just a lot of gross, tedious exploration in our desperation to put as much distance between us and the Underground as possible.
When we finally arrived at the sewer outlet closest to the distribution depot, that's when the real fun began. It all started with five guys surrounding us, pointing guns at our heads, fighting over who would have the honor of blasting our brains all over the ground.
"Please," Lauren begged, her voice shaking. "We're not enemies!"
"Oh yeah? Is that why you're dressed like those thugs from the
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