Carlie's Chapter 6 - Dear Tiger: Let's Go A-Hunting

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LAST WEEK, Simone asked a lot of questions, and was worried about Haskell's attitude being changed by his mutation. This week, Tiger reveals the research-team politics she set in motion by asking that questions, and all the others... and that he's worried about what FedExplore might have in store for her 'sisters'.

Chapter 6 (Excerpt) – Redstone & FedExplore




Hey, Simone





Good to hear from you—and good to hear Odyssey are sending you with a spec ops team, although that’s a worry, as well. It means you are going into danger, and, even if that’s not new for you, it’s new for me, so I’ll have to learn to deal.

It also means that you’re going to have to hurry up and work out how to deal with Haskell, because he’s part of Delight’s team, and she’s going to need him. If you’re going to be assigned to a spec ops team, then she’s going to be reassigned to something else, and she’s going to need Haskell with her to do what he does best.


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