Jager checks in on the strike team to see how they're holding up after their last encounter.
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Jager: Hallo, Requiem. Are we enjoying beautiful, sunny, East Berlin? Perhaps not as luxurious as the amenities of the West you are so accustomed to, but still -- an improvement over your most recent residency, ja?
Jager: I've seen the bodies carried out of our Potsdam facility... Brutalized. Though as I understand it, you were given the "5-Star Treatment." No breaking of bones, no poking or prodding. The Colonel needed you in "tip-top" shape, he said.
Jager: The Forsaken. It weasels its way into the minds of its victims, preying on their memories, hiding behind familiar faces. It found the perfect weakness for our sweet Valentina: her dearly departed... Daddy.
Jager: The Colonel is very interested in this creature. It is a shame, really. I had hoped the Colonel was smarter than that.
Jager: The Dark Aether is a vast ocean. The Forsaken, just one white whale. There are other realms, other worlds. It is a universe, after all. Not a singular place.
Jager: The first natural resource we discovered yielded energy beyond our wildest dreams. Do we dare imagine what else lurks in the darkness?