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"Hey, have you heard anything about the VIP?" A man on his thirties asked the woman by his side.

"I've probably heard the same things as you, that he's a big shot archaeologist called in here by Walter Works himself to decipher the carvings." She replied as she tinkered with the equipment on her heavy looking backpack. It was a machine similar to Phlox's recycler, but instead of recycling it had different purposes ranging from communication to navigation and utilities.

"I could care less if its a big shot or not, all I want is to get done with everything here and go back to my wife." He sighed as he took a sip out of a suspicious canteen that contained some sort of liquid, but certainly not water.

"Don't say things like that! Can't you see it's a red flag?"

"Yeah, right... I can't believe an engineer like you would believe in such things."