Back At The Fortress, Trouble Was Brewing

Eliza may piss and moan about our new arctic hideaway and the lies with which Brownlee lured us into the frosty fortress, but really, where else were we going to put all the equipment? It’s not as if Ross was willing to pony up the shekels to get us a location in a more moderately climed locale. Nor could we simply put off the work, it’s very important!

I’m … I’m not quite sure why it’s important, or what it is we’re exactly doing to be perfectly honest, but Brownlee says our experiments are crucial and the last time I questioned him he injected me with remote controlled nano-electrodes.

Suffice it to say our business is quite serious indeed — as the sepia tones clearly indicate.

Les travailleurs de l’acier [Van Olffen : Dark Roasted Blend]