SHIP MANIFEST DESTINY

Transcript:
Maxwell: February, 5th, 1991. Yet another glamourous day in the life of Station Chief Althea Maxwell...
Maxwell: If only Mom could see me now.
Maxwell: Richtofen's inability to keep his favorite pet, Modi, in check - has become an unending aggravation.
Maxwell: She gets anything she wants - our budget has skyrocketed, and guess who’s problem that is?
Maxwell: And the protocols she gives me? Utterly condescending. This isn’t my first rodeo, and she seems to feel the need to micromanage everything I do.
Maxwell: Don't label anything. Use only serial numbers. Careless talk costs lives"
Maxwell: Seriously, just shoot me now.
Maxwell: Thankfully, the cheap-ass firewalls Project Janus have in place are easy to bypass. So the Station Chiefs all stay in contact...
Maxwell: I swear, it’s the only thing keeping us from going insane.
Maxwell: And every one of them has assured me multiple times they never have to put up with shit like this.
Maxwell: I know Richtofen values results over anything else, but what is she working on, and why is it so important to him?
Maxwell: Honestly, does he even know? It’s been months since he showed up for inspections.
Maxwell: Rumor has it, people are disappearing from inside the Mansion facility.
Maxwell: I assumed our dear Director might have been one of them, but their S.C. said she’s seen him around - so I guess he’s still kicking.
Maxwell: I asked Dr. Modi if she planned on transferring there - she told me Terminus was her home, built for her by “Richtofen himself”.
Maxwell: The way she said it made my skin crawl.