[The feed cuts in on a rowdy pub. Someone's singing in Gaelic, and the camera pans haphazardly across a jumble of faces and hands, presumably as the comm is passed along to it's owner. Someone says, "It's recording, boyo," and a hand with the word "veritas" inked along the thumb and forefingers, clearly visible, takes the comm, and flips it up to
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