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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 19:32:29 GMT -8
LMp5Tqq_-2 The sound of Mills secret language was abrasive but the gibbering nonsense still just seemed supremely juvenile, enhancing his village idiot schtick. Combined with the strange atmospheric effects caused by proximity to the industrial areas, it probably had the simpler minded feeling all spooked. I wasn't having any of that. Hopefully Mills did not dump the boy overboard, because a grisly crime scene might be the highlight of the wasted day.·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 10, 2018 19:37:12 GMT -8
Too bad you missed this one while it was still fresh; looked like a real doozy. When you turned at the first landing, your audio recorder made a loud chirp. Didn't sound like the low battery signal... It chirped again two seconds later, then again, until the chirping became a constant irritating tone, joining the cacophonous din around you.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 19:43:07 GMT -8
Damn it. I'm guessing the police would not appreciate my voice recorder running when I was not immediately involved with Mills. Whatever was going on needed to stop before I some high-speed, low-drag bullethead gave me any shit. I thrust my hand into the pocket to try and turn it off, but if I could not find the button quickly, I would pull it out. If it was failing completely, I could use the voice recorder on my burner phone instead, though the mic wouldn't work as well.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 10, 2018 19:49:27 GMT -8
Damn thing kept going-- either the button wasn't switching or it was some strange error going off the battery. It was all aglow when you pulled it out of your pocket. The digital display read: RECORDING CORRUPTED Attempting debug . . . 100%
Press Play to Continue
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 19:52:53 GMT -8
Ryan-- "Sonofabitch." I hit the play button then almost lost it into the bowels of the ship when I missed a stair. . Hopefully the tech guy at the office could recover some data off of the card anyway.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 10, 2018 19:58:37 GMT -8
The recorder's speaker was never that hot-- not what it was designed for--
but in this weird space it was even stranger. It took a moment for you to
recognize the voice, especially through the strange compression errors
and pops. So I'm wondering, what would I do in Mills's position? He doesn't have anything left to lose, no limits. Can't get much worse than what he already did. Imagine that kind of freedom! And if the chains were off? What then? It sounded like your voice, but you didn't remember ever saying that.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 20:03:17 GMT -8
I must have set the recorder down somewhere and picked up someone else. Hard to imagine anyone saying that out loud though. I had certainly thought it, but I have never known anyone I would admit that to. Jesus, could you imagine the drama?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 10, 2018 20:07:57 GMT -8
The recording continued on as the big vault door came into sight." You know, Mills kept saying shit about 'switching places.' Wonder what I'd do if I had the chance? If all I had to do was find him and toss him back into hell. Maybe I should consider that, just in case it ever comes up in the future..." You'd have to stow the recorder to get this big door open, it was a two-hander
for sure. No one could be bothered to prop it open for you?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 10, 2018 20:12:16 GMT -8
The last bit was definitely not something I had thought before. Shit, I like being me. I'm handsome, fit, intelligent, successful, and just a little planning away from achieving some of my lifelong dreams. I hit stop as I shoved the recorder back into my pocket. If there wasn't anyone on top of me, I would get out my burner phone from the secret pocket and start the voice recorder on it before opening the door. If I was being approached, I'd just hope another opportunity presented itself and let myself in the big door.
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