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Good Afternoon,

You have to pardon me if I'm not in the best of spirits, but you just killed 14,000 of my employees and cost my firm billions of dollars. Let me introduce myself - My name is Samuel Dravis. I represent the P.T.M.C. I work directly under President Suzuki.

At this point, General Morgan is the only other person who knows that the reactor failure on Mars was no accident. He gave you the orders and he left you to die.

I have decided to go along with this charade. We will take the loss and we will pretend that it was an accident. I'm not even going to inform President Suzuki. This, however, will come at no small price - the C.E.D. will deeply regret this decision.

You are in a unique situation. I am willing to let you walk away from this. Your knowledge of the C.E.D. is invaluable and you couldn't possibly hold any loyalty after what just happened. Besides, you really have no choice - you're working for me now.
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A tribute to one of my childhood games and a fitting universe to plug sparklemutt Keegan into. Piloting a highly modified Israeli Pyro GX, Keegan is instrumental in Dravis' plan to control all of civilization with the use of an advanced alien virus that hijacks any computer system infected by it, turning otherwise docile robots into lethal killing machines.

Picture by this cool dude  chancebandit