[ The communicator flicks on and off erratically throughout the entirety of this entry. ]
He's.
gone.
Again. Again and again and ag--
Just when we ne--
[ Gunshots. A lot of them. Tseng snarling, more angry that anyone's possibly ever heard hm being. ]
Too good for us? Too good for us? Leaving us incompetent idiots to clean up your mess?
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