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SO BE IT

This is me, signing off. Plus all my cats.

—Gwynyth

END GWYNYTH DIARY ENTRY

PERSONAL LOG, JABBATHEHUT

To my… what can only be described as shock, the strike seems to be working. In all honesty I never thought it would get this far.

END JABBA PERSONAL LOG

SCRATCH AND WINC JOURNAL ENTRIES, COMBINED

Okay, this is us signing off.

We can’t wait anymore to see if the last node changed its mind.

Question authority ain’t the half of it.

Question everything.

We don’t have any advice, just big hearts and no common sense, and we hope nobody gets hurt in all this.

Until we can meet again,

Digqueer/Luvboyz

Frankie/Johnny

Leilia/Karn

Spoiler/StarfleetFT

Mythter/Gyrl

Spike/HoneyDew

Scratch/Winc

We luv you, buh bye…

—ScratchnWinc

We grabbed the elevator down and were outta there.

END JOURNAL ENTRIES

NARRATIVE ENTRY, JABBATHEHUT

8:00 a.m., and he’s tired of waiting for the goddamned elevator, even though it’s slowly headed down. Wally Budge is out of breath from climbing five flights of stairs. He heads to the node room of EcoTech Technologies. He’s grinning ear to ear, though. Henderson’s tone of bitter resignation over the phone had made it all worthwhile.

“They’re not in San Francisco, Budge. They must be at your site.”

“Is that an order to search the premises, sir?”

Henderson had simply hung up the phone, and Budge started issuing directives.

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