This... this isn't Berlin. This isn't any place in Eurasia that I recognize either.
Ah, fuck. Looks like wherever I am, the bullets followed me here. Hate bullet wounds. Hate.Tios? Jas? This isn't funny anymore! Come on, guys. We have work to do, and you're the only two who can work the transporters and could possibly have gotten me... wherever I
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