03/06/2025 Snippet, PICKMAN’S MODELS.

Dear God, I’m almost to the end of this thing.

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Tobias ignored him and leaned forward. “Tell me about the people here, Mr. Pickman. Are there any who haven’t gone through your, ah, procedure?”

“I’m sorry, Commander, but no. From what I’ve learned, the cult made sure of that.” By now Tobias was used to working out facial gestures for people with Buckley and Pickman’s condition: the man was looking pained. “Corporal Buckley suggested a way that I could rapidly gain information; he also assured me that you would not thank me for explaining how we acquired it. Suffice it to say that we were able to, ah, ‘pick the brains’ of the inhabitants.”

“I see. Are they going to be a problem, Corporal?”

“Not for a while, boss. We didn’t torture them, just so you know.”

“I believe you, Corporal.”

“It was a fair fight, and everything. We weren’t trying to kill them, but it just happened-”

“I said I believe you, Corporal.” Tobias breathed, relishing the luxury of a full-enough air tank.

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