Full house again

First, the additional support (ie. replacements) from Central Command showed up slightly ahead of schedule. That alone is pretty major, considering we've been short-handed for a while. Now we need to go through SMD orientation. I give it two days before we've suffered a 50% casualty rate, because nobody fucking pays attention during the orientation.

Second, Reintegration Tablet get. We'll start poking it with homeless people and nerds, and document what happens. You can never be too sure with anything new and unusual. We're not gonna break it open, yet. We need to see what it's capable of, and get Crowley's permission to do something a bit more stressful. I want to get whatever computer technology this thing uses for Central Command. If it was around in 1987, Crowley was way ahead of the pack as far back as twenty years ago. If all of the hardware down in the Tablet's facility in the Canary Islands was around before the turn of the century, we can only imagine what Crowley can do with up-to-date computer hardware. PTC Central Command wants proof that the Tablet isn't some kind of joke. We're going to ask him to help us replicate the Tablet.

Third, we found B2. Needless to say, we're already interviewing him to see what the hell's going on. We're expecting no real new information, but it's worth a shot to see if he knows something we don't by this point. Judging from his earlier comment, he does. Whether or not it's useful is another matter entirely.

Fourth, another message from Nightcrawler. I think he's going even more nuts than he already was. Here, take a gander.
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That was literally the whole message.

So, yeah, my guess is Nightcrawler's out for blood, and we can't risk touching him. Everyone watch your backs. If he starts gunning for you, we won't be able to help you out.

-Specter