A pair of teens wearing gas masks and reflect tape for clothing lead the man off into a tent somewhere behind the stage. After a few minutes of being guarded here by other raver-esque security guards, he's led inside another room connected to the tent.
Once shoved in, a red light goes on over the door, LED's lighting the sign reading: "Recording".
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"They've taken the bait you left. As expected. They'll be deploying a unit into the concert on foot while keeping a back-up unit at the ready. Standard tactics. They'll be trying to discredit Adventus as much as possible."
A pause, an itch in his mind as something important comes up.
"I may be under threat of discovery. There are members of the crew sniffing about for my presence."
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"Word word." the other, black skinned man says. "Figger they'd be on to somethin about how. An' we know they comin. We been ready for ya'll for a week. The hell ya'll been up to?"
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And those reports were handed to the dark-skinned man he was conversing with.
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Though he turns back to the DJ, he gets no answer from him, as the DJ continues to spin his mixes.
"You got reports of da new shit on the ship, brotha? Thas the one thing we been lackin since ya'll started crossin the ocean."
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