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Recording recovered.
'' Dangerous, how we told them so many times. Could we even succeed? I don't know, but I know this: there is no way I'm failing this one. The difference? Success means everything is going to be fine. Failing? Everyone's dead and it would be on us.''
'' Team Misfits, MSFC for short. That's our nickname alright. The Misfits they called us. Efficace, deadly and cute. Morgania as our leader, a fearsome sort of woman who don't know what the word quitting mean. Stefany Mollosk, or fortissimo, as giggly as deadly with her violin in hand and courage imprinted in her heart. Foxtrot Trut, faunus fox, as cunning as he is right in the mind, an intelligent fella who know strategy like the back of his paw. We are real furry on the battlefield. Until the inevitable end that meets us all. Anyway... ''
'' Wait! Hot damn forgot to present me, Catrin. Catrin Wutan. Not visible to your eyes as you are hearing this report, I'm myself a snow leopard of a faunus, a tail as soft as I am rough, with weaponry to match. Use to anyway... ''
'' Like the other guys from that other team that follow Ironwood like good doggies... No pun intended, there is faunus dog on their team or something like that. Can't remember the name right now, I received a bad hit on the head, the doctors call that temporary partial amnesia or some idiocy like that. I'm not a dumb housecat for frick sake... Wait where was I going with that? Anyway... ''
'' Hallelujah, I'm not dead. Can't say for the rest. I had been told they were at the hospital. No idea who survived. They won't let me talk to them, wanting my report untouched by them, or some idiocy like that. What a joke...''
'' It was a normal mission. Drop point at 0, 0, 0. Standard. We were to drop from heliporters directly at the bottom of a cliff, then climb. 500 meters high. Special climbing equipment on top of our usuals with as a bonus a couple of fragmental grenades, the experimental type. Nothing unusual. Area on top full of grimms we heard. Nothing. Unusual. Nothing preparing us for the shit show that was gonna fall on us! ''
'' Sorry, I'm being told I need to keep this professional... ''
She then mutters under her breath ''fuckers...'' Ears flat on top of her head, bags under her eyes, still exhausted from the mission. Taking a sip of her hot chocolate, she goes back to face the monitor. '' Ironwood debrief was concise, clear, and precise. As expected from the man. The other team was there actually. They were gonna embark on another heliporter and start directly on top of the cliff. Luckers would have to deal with the grimms directly first hand for us to arrive. Usual strategy, added on top with insights from Foxtrot the whole time. Never understood why we started bottom of the cliff, but in this line of work you don't ask questions you just execute orders.''
A brief movement and sound of walking behind her makes her jump, and in the process, she knocks her cup to the side. The hot and warm liquid ended up running down cables and dripping directly onto the ground, avoiding most of the desk. She turns around and looks at what made the sound. '' Shit, didn't expect you there Ironwood. Sorry for the mess, I'm still jumpy from the last mission. '' She says with a semi-smile showing pointy teeth and fangs. With turned into a growl quickly as Ironwood suddenly pointed his weapon at her. ''What the...''
Suddenly, in the recording can be heard a loud bang, followed up by the voice of Ironwood saying: '' Sorry for the mess.'' Before a tumph can be heard... Again the voice of Ironwood can be heard saying '' Report over. ''
Before the recording is over.