[You follow the strands making up the Diplomatic Offices Subnet, folding the file architectures inside and out, looking, always looking, for hints of interesting truths.]
[Before you properly realize something is wrong, it strikes. You aren't being kicked from the network, much the opposite in fact. You're sinking into it.]
[Commands that should lead to higher layers, files containing the files you're on, lead further into the files themselves, the paths you can walk are constricting, shifting, not to entrap you, not to immobilize, but to force a way.]
[Like a custodian taking you by the hand for a guided tour, your access is forced through the network, across a hidden bridge, onto a Union Navy Subnet. It contains the following:]
U.UN-NavInt.[TOWER-GOLD].[CORPSE-GATE].otx
)There you go, unwelcome guest. All you could have asked for, all Union knows of the form your lot call "Lich".(
)You are getting them now, and in exchange, you take the fall. They'll blame you for my access. A fine trade, considering. A mercy that I found use for you.(
)Now go. Go with God if you must, but go.(
<Laughter written by crooked hands>
<Finally, the people who's most redeeming quality is their love of sign language>
<You finally make a move>
<Keep up the good work> <Perhaps you can serve as more than an appetiser for my beloved>
