ASK A FRIEND FOR HELP

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Fletcher: When Zakhaev tucked tail and ran, he left enough crap to fill a skip.
Fletcher: The only bits that aren’t total garbage are files from a group called ‘Omega’.
Fletcher: These people were freaks. Whack-jobs. Their scientists did some seriously fucked up shit - all in the name of “Mother Russia.”
Fletcher: But they got results - even if it was the stuff of nightmares.
Fletcher: Now, according to their notes - that place beyond the rifts - what they call the Dark Aether - is a treasure trove just waiting for us to slap a price tag on it.
Fletcher: Now I'm looking for a dozen of you lot to travel with me into a rift.
Fletcher: If this mission goes as planned, it will be the biggest payday in Terminus Outcomes’ history.
Fletcher: Those of you who choose to volunteer will stand to make a very cool thirty-five percent more than those who don’t.
Fletcher: Now if you can’t do that math - ask a friend for help.
Fletcher: So - who’s with me?