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The room you were in was dark, the only two light sources being a small blue lamp and the white screen of your computer. And although you most definitely had things to do, you just couldn’t take your eyes off the screen.
Your eyes go back and forth between every word, still not making any sense of it, although it was your 16th time rereading it. What the hell?
You got a job, and while yes—in any other context that would be good news. Making money doing what you love most, creating and enhancing insanely high tech—perhaps even creating your own or analyzing something or someone; would always be something you looked forward to.
However, this wasn’t just any normal job, and yet here you were. Two peculiar beings requested it, and both were bad news. And even though the job itself was morally wrong, you couldn’t help but be curious.
What had these color-coded turtles done to the Baron Draxum and the entire Foot Clan?