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A Disassembly Drone sits at a desk, which is inside his squads landing pod. His armband reading S/N: X-X00011001. He wears a black bowler hat, which covers a grey wig with what seems to be white paint near its tips. Along with the hat he wears a dark gray shirt and a black tie, on top of it is a grey Trenchcoat, in his right breast-pocket is a number of JCJenson branded pens. A black leather belt is over the coat at his waist area. Finally he wears grey dress pants. To distinct himself as the squad leader of his squad, he wears a medal fastened onto his Trenchcoats left breast area. In his desk is a large black note book, many JCJenson branded pens and a coffee mug with #1 Boss written across it.
Entry #300: [Another mission done, we went over quota but I can’t blame W, it’s not his fault that those Workers were all clumped together.] X sighs as he writes, taking a sip from his coffee mug. “Damio fo.” [The quota for today’s mission was 15, we got 18. KOG and QUB scored the highest as per usual. 29 and 30 respectively. AIM got 27. JVN scored fourth highest, scoring 25, J claimed during a post-mission meeting if it were just her and V they would be top the top scoring squad. I have my doubts. DTR and CLF got 23, majority coming from T and L, though most of L’s was from collateral. HPE got 20, 3 were accidental kills from E. H claimed E tripped whilst throwing a grenade, it then being thrown behind them and into a secret Worker Drone dugout. It is somehow more believable than J’s claims. Regardless, the meeting went on without any issues, at least ones not worth mentioning.
At the bottom of the page he writes a line, noting the entry’s end.
X sits back, done writing for the day as he goes to chill with W and Z. Its board game night… though most days are board game night as there’s not much to do post mission. Expect in X’s case, read and write.
“Where’d you get the board game this time?
”Z stole it.”
”Yeah, I stole it-“
”Riiiight- Well, what’s the game this time?”
”Worker Drone Monopoly!” Z holds out the board game like a child showing macaroni art.
”Does it have all the pieces?”
”I ate one.” W speaks up, as he takes a bite out of the dog piece with a blank stare.”
X clears his throat as he sits down, the game starting.