SOMETHING UP WITH YOUR SYNTHETICS

Hey, it's Chief. There's something wrong with your synthetics. The team I requisitioned to asset-strip lower habitation just stopped in their tracks. They barked something about a Hazard Containment order, tried to get into my control booth and then just marched off. I know I always complain about those spooky, bald bastards, but now I've got proof their wiring's faulty. I've got a meeting with your boss Spedding tomorrow, and I'm going to kick some ass. So when he starts kicking your ass... well, it's coming from me.