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Jul 17, 2006 15:07

Renton and I've settled down in apartment 909 over here in building eleven, but the second we opened the door, the numbers came off. I couldn't find any screwdrivers around, so I just slapped a Gekko State sticker on the door. It's probably better that way.

Speaking of neighbors, it seems like we've got an interesting group around here. I think I just saw some kids zipping around outside wearing those rollerblade things. It looked like a couple of them were trying to fly, but... Hah. If you're gonna fly, you just gotta fly. No point in pretending or trying.

Now reffing. There's a sport that'll really let you touch the sky.

Damn. Guess I'll take a break from all this work and go out and ride the waves for a while. And here I thought I'd spend the day looking for a way to contact the crew.

The city's a good place to ref, I'll give it that.

[Private -- Unhackable]

The Norbu mission was called off. I can only assume the guy's dead by now. I need to return home soon and start up a new plan of action because we're running out of time. If Dewey keeps up with these attacks, the world... the world's gonna end.

And hell if I'm going to just let that happen. The kids - all of them - deserve something better than that. Maurice, Maeter, Linck, Renton, Eureka... And my own.

Dammit Talho. I hope you're taking care of yourself.
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