DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 26,27,
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DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 26,27,
26 “We’ve tracked down around a dozen or so people who saw the vid broadcast,” said Tanner. He’d managed to get a few hours of sleep, though his head still ached and he felt like his eyes had been rubbed with sandpaper. “Of those, about half got mostly static. The others got more. Of those, about half recorded it. But we knew that already as we used their recordings to augment our own.” “Besides you and the technicians in DredgerCorp, who else has seen the version you showed me?” “Nobody,” said Tanner. “I’m sure of it.” The Colonel furrowed his brow. “Take a look at this.” He spun the holofile to Tanner. It was a communication sent from someone with the alias “Watchdog.” DredgerCorps’ Illegal Doings in Chicxulub, the caption read. The body of the message consisted of a short bit of typed text—Last Words from a Submarine Tunneled Deep into the Heart of Chicxulub Crater. Retrieval Mission Gone Wrong—and a vid. He opened the vid, saw Hennessy’s blood-covered body and face, watched his strange smile and brie…
