[b]But then something happened. There was a beeping coming from the radio, followed shortly with a man talking on the other end, his voice nonchalant. And the voice was Grant’s.[/b] “Whoever is hearing this, I’m either dead or about to be dead. May be Legion. May be sickness. May be something totally unrelated. I dunno. But all I’m here to say is... My heart stopped. Had sensors put in to tell and activate the radio. So... If you’re an enemy congratulations. If you’re a friend my condolences, but I’m not coming back from this one, unless you get Death on the line again. It’s not likely, though. And I’ve got a message for a few people here. Don’t bother trying to save me. You’d just be saving a broken man anyways. Irina, if this is you, turn the knob forty degrees. Panta, if this is you, turn it twenty-five. Bedlam, if this is you, turn it eighty-seven. Traci, if this is you, turn it four degrees. If you’re part of the enemy, turn it three-hundred and seven degrees.”