The Admin’s voice is firmer this evening than it had been; during her last big reveal she’d been shaken, but as of now she’s... almost fiery with built up irritation.
“Most of you have taken notice of de increasingly unsafe ground of RED’s drop-off area. After dis day’s match de bottom flooring has fallen apart, and derefore is deemed off-limits for de time being. REDs are recommended to use de front entrance for means of getting outside.
If anvone is caught investigating, it vill be considered a firm breakage of current rules--dey are subject to possible job termination. Do not put yourself at risk to such consequence... and do not, under any circumstances, begin pushing de bomb towards de pit until given authorization.
...Dat means: NO PUSHING DE BOMB. Spend your free time at Lake Mead, or Las Vegas, or anyvere but de final capture point. Dis will only last for a short time--dere are no plans to keep you out of vork for a month.”
Eyes closing, the woman sucks in a deep breath. Now to add the potato to her meat stew.
“On anoder note... Fraternizing with your enemy? Is not acceptable. Rules should be clearer, dat is a mistake of administration, but it vill be duly noted and taken care of. Friendly competition is tolerable. Your buildings are separated for a reason.
Punishment has already taken place for some around you. Dose who have crossed de obvious line between mild chit chat and... friendship. Perhaps more. For de few of you who brush off dese connections as, ‘accepted by administration’, you are settings yourselves up for somesing you vould not vant to face.
Yes. Vorse than losing your job. You have made a terrible mistake.
For now, mild mercy vill be given. If matters are not solved soon, den take pleasure in knowing dat dey vill be solved by de people dat pay you lot to fight. Each. Other.
Have a pleasant veekend.”
A loud click is heard through the speakers.
