--AGENT FIELD SALVAGE REPORT-- OR: [rehab status/ident. restricted] DEST: Mars Lib, Bastion Command REF: Section 0000819, audiolog [filed under unconfirmed, per rehab stat regs] --- Sector contains ruins; an old filling and shuttle station. The surrounding area could’ve been a commercial district back when, I guess. Some of the outlying structures look about to collapse, but I stood a while and peeked in the shop windows. Can’t believe some of the stuff people used to wear. You never told me it might be occupied. No signs of Cabal presence anywhere in the vicinity, but there was some weird stuff down there, some weird living stuff. Just heading down the station steps gave me the worst migraine, and I could swear I was seeing things. In the dark, they almost looked like people, but the fingers were too long. I got one good look at a face before they jumped me, and there wasn’t much face to speak of. Something down there kept popping into my head, so I got out. No sweep of the area, so file this wherever you like. Whatever they are, the Cabal showed up right as I hit the surface, and I barely made it out. Tell me you’ve heard of these things, and just decided not to mention them. Because that’s the sort of thing I expect from you, but what I don’t expect is to be mobbed by telepathic zombies in a sandy, old filling station. I might as well tell you now that I’m done. That’s the last time I put myself in the fire for you, so don’t come looking for me, and don’t call me unless the Fallen come knocking on your front door. --- [Return contact suggested, though difficult. Known areas of operation attached, but use caution when approaching.]