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2024-10-29 19:42:56When Captain Case took me to my guest quarters, the first thing I did was to throw my clothes into a cleaner. Case had suggested just tossing them, and I told her that she was welcome to let Lauren burn my Beta team shirt, but the pants had a special purpose. I didn't want to leave them behind. The next thing I did was to step into the shower and scrub myself about a dozen times. I didn't think the stench of the sewer pipe would ever come off, but eventually, it did.
Once I was as clean as I could reasonably expect, I sat on my bed and checked my messages. Captain Case came in, looking unsurprised at the sight of the tablet, though she did shoot me a grin. "That little toy could get you into a lot of trouble if you aren't careful," she murmured.
"Hence the reason I'm keeping the pants," I admitted. "Hidden pockets."
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