"Dax, it's Pilgrim".
"Pilg, what you got" -Dax answered, always on any voice channel, asserting every affronting caller reveal oneself first.
"We got sign, the real scat. This afternoon Guido doing pick up, saw the same face in Suzzalo's old Science Stacks, and Padelford, and the 4th floor of the Engineering Library's Patent Archive.
Later, after diving dumpsters with Todd the Rat on Golden Gulch, together doing coffee at Westernco on 45th, he recalled another who ordered to go and later was made coming out of Half Price Books' big can, sitting in one of their standard issue Prius'."
This is it Pilgrim, we've got a "ping". Get Floyd to broadcast an APB, have everyone move to Level III crypt, everyone remail through Helsinki, backup delta's to all remote sites, have Bigelow and the Eastside girls courier bag all new intel by Metro and ferry, and get Floyd to start his Traffic Volume bot. We will assume their uplanding 24/7 harbor surveillance,
so keep mixing between the boats.
"She's truly honest to God intent to communicate -or at least- thinking about us Dax?" -Pilgrim queried
"Well that's right. CIF tell's us she had a visitation last night in her dreams, some Rapid Eye Movement, so there has to be some major concurrent state sanctioned pathology.
"Lief is anchored leeward of Dungeness Spit, get him to cross over to Sydney where the handball will be immune from a Coastie attack."
"Time to toss back a coupla-three coldskies eh Bro? Let's sit back and watch, this could be the Big `Un."
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Sign, lol, thinking about you, lol. We are all human. WE are ALL human. No numbers to crunch, no time to bide, WE all make mistakes. Mine are bigger than they ever should have been. I ask for clarity, i ask for Truth, and all this goes forth as planned. This is a great idea, if you want to miss the point.
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