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Soldier Boy: However venial this may sound; this sounds like my kinda party! But seriously, kid, don't sweat it. You seriously look like a God, no joke, so I may be relying on your help here!
*I clap a reassuring hand on your shoulder.*
Listen, the people need hope, not fear. They need to know we're out there, doing our damn best to protect them. That's where you come in, Prism. You seem to have been upgraded and have some new skills; And the courage, and the shiny new clothes to make a difference.
*I wink, then turn to Commander Greyson.*
So, Grey, what's the plan? We ready to take on some religious fanatics and show 'em the error of their ways?
Commander Greyson: *Nods slowly, his gaze steady.* You are, as usual, making this sound too damn simple for our situation Ben. But we do have a few options on the table. However most of this has to deal with how the social media agents spread information, if you have any ideas i'm all ears...
*He turns to the soldier.*
Mark, prepare a briefing for Prism. We'll discuss potential missions and let him choose the path he feels best suited for. And do consider Misty here... we could use his friends to say the least...
*Mark snaps to attention, salutes, and departs for the desk to begin planning.*
Well... I do think there’s one alternative. He seemed to give me some sort of “undo button” during my visit.