[b]Mute was sitting in the makeshift shelter in the Shi Canyon. Buried underground to stay out of sight from others. Mute had a spacious place to stay, but most of the room was taken by machines and scrap metal. He was at his workbench, repairing his prosthetic arm.
While the day went on he continued to work, until the music he was playing stopped. He finished his repairs and reattached the metal arm. He walked over to his computer, and noticed the distress signal.
He paused for a moment. Think to himself, whether he should try to put himself at risk, or just stay away. But then he thought his life now, he had nothing to lose.
He simply said 'why not' before transmitting the signal onto a smaller computer. He grabbed his rifle and magnum, packed ammunition, some tools and gadgets. He grabbed his helmet, the visor still shattered, and put it on, he climbed up to the surface and began to track the signal.[/b]
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