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This... should be the place, right?
Mm. No doubt about it.
Neat. Just gotta check, Silence, she really wanted to meet you here?
This looks like a real-ass bar. In pretty lively shape, too...
But nobody's home.
True. The liquor is all laid out very tidily, with an orderly ambience to match.
Pretty bizarre. Should we head back, maybe? Not long till we gotta get going.
No. Whoever invited us knows about Anthony's jailbreak, and that he's with us, on top of...
Of?
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We'll be heading off tonight.
Let me check over the miscellanies one more time.
Hm? A message?
I don't remember anyone in this city having my contact info...
Wait, is this... an internal band?!
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Ms. Silence.
Who are you?
No one important. What's important is that I know you have Anthony, and you're the one who broke him out.
...I don't know what you're talking about.
No need to panic. Even if I can't prove it, you can rest assured that I'm no bad actor. Otherwise, I wouldn't go to the trouble of establishing contact with you on an inside wire.
State your intentions.
All I want is to invite you and Mayer the Engineer out, for a chat.
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I'll take that as a yes. Now, the address is...
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On top of the fact that she sounded absolutely vile.
Hearing that as soon as I come in hurts me a little, you know.
Whozzit?
Hiya~
I reserved the entire bar. It's just us three all alone here.
I really wanted to chit-chat with you in a normal bar, but in the end, this isn't something we can let just anyone hear.
So, sorries~
You're...
Alright, let's all introduce ourselves.
I'm the Director of Ecological, Muelsyse.
I remember you.
Wowie, you know me? I'm blessed.
My mentor once mentioned you.
Alright, your turn now.
Do you need to ask?
Aww, there's a ritual to these things.
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Royal flush!
Ah-hah. Stayin' on top.
Tsk, damnit. Lost again. Hey, Kafka, you're not cheating, are you?
Ain't anyone else's fault you're bad. See? Both Kafka's hands, empty. How's she gonna cheat?
Yeah, 'zactly.
(Mumbled) Not my business you hold your cards so crappy I can see 'em.
But who'da thunk it.
First I saw you as some weedy little brat. My shame. You're better than I thought.
And you got word from my momma! You're a real friend, fair 'n' square.
Hey, hey, hey, how many times I gotta tell ya? I'm already all grown up!
Hahah, truth! Oughta be callin' you a 'lady!'
Whoo-wee, Kafka, ma'am!
Hey, you lot, break time's over.
Back to work!
Anyone slacking, you can kiss goodbye to your dinner!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
Pff. You're just some jailer. Who made you king?
What did you say? Speak up.
I said, I need a toilet!
Hold it in!
These jailers have a real bad attitude...
Hey, Kafka, seeing as you can get a thing or two, I'll give you some advice.
Dunno where you muddled on outside, but in Mansfield, I say you'd better keep your tail between your legs, figuratively speaking.
Whyzat?
You know well as me, this is a nomadic prison we're in.
Times are it visits cities for supplies, maybe takes on a few new inmates. Otherwise, it roams around the wilderness and nobody gives a hoot.
So in here, two and two can make fish. Only law is the jailers' law.
I guess so.
Hey, sort of a bright side, though.
Outside, it's just us Infected what don't get treated human.
But once you're in here, you ain't treated human whoever you are. Bastards in A-Zone don't live any better than we do.
I think of that, and I feel swell.
A-Zone?
Ah, right, you're fresh. People what ain't Infected get cells in A-Zone, and us Infected get in B-Zone.
That's how we know 'em by, anyway. A-Zone, B-Zone.
Ohh—
Heh. Can't help but say, Kafka, you came in just the right time.
Uh-huh?
Today's the big event. You're in luck, making it.
What's the event?
You'll know damn soon.
Sure.
Speaking of, what's that room over there for?
Looks like a factory line to me. Why's it split off from our side? No one in there either.
Where d'you mean?
Oh, that's C-Zone's special assembly line.
C-Zone?
They're the ones living in that tower dead center of the place. That's what we call C-Zone.
Scarce few there, but they've all made major messes. They'll pretty much be serving all their lives.
They gotta work too, but it ain't gonna be with us.
So that's where they do it.
Ohh... anyone in there called Anthony?
Anthony? Whassup, you know him?
Eh, I wouldn't say we know each other. Just heard he was in here too.
Where else is he gonna be...?
Hey. Zip it. You about ready?
It's starting? Damn, took long enough!
Whassappening whassappenning?
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Uh, why do you all look like you're getting together...
Kafka, you're new here. Don't try anything today, save you getting hurt.
Just grab some kinda something and hide.
Here's a front-row ticket to Mansfield's big regular fixture—gang fighting!
