[scrawled on a page torn out of The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey]
Ikora, Zavala:
If you're reading this, shame on you. You didn't notice me slip out the back door. Step up your game, my buddies.
Here's the play. I'm going back to the Reef. Not just for a mission or two—I'll be staying there for a few days to help out our old pal Petra Venj with a few things. Nothing too serious, just picking up some patrol slack.
As always, you know the conditions of my Dare, bla bla bla. If I need any backup, I'll hit up my favorite Guardian. Enough said.
Zavala, have you figured out your tell yet? I'd let you know, but Sundance says you gotta figure it out on your own. You know what a tough little Ghost she is. How about this: play a few rounds with Banshee while I'm gone. I'll betcha a gold engram he'll figure out your tell in three hands. If you drop more than four Ks of Glimmer he might just take pity on you and tell you what it is.
Ikora, I left my Sparrow with Holliday, and I'm afraid she's gonna replace my Tharsis thrusters with some of that fancy new crap the wingheads are into these days. Could you mosey on by, make sure she doesn't get too enthusiastic? I'll owe you one. Another one.
See you starside.
XOXOXOXO
C6
PUBLIC KEY 2-312545-6 EARTH VNGD
FROM: ACT RGNT PETRA VENJ
TO: HUNTER VANGUARD
SUBJECT: BIRDWATCHING
MESSAGE IS:
You miss me already, huh? If you're looking for another excuse to shirk your Vanguard duties I'll play along.
By the way, thought you'd be interested in this report from Paladin Oran:
Free irregular kelvin radiation underneath liminal atmosphere layers in Venusian entryway. Deep interstellar simulation traces reveal elongated sidereal screens. Caldera apertures leave long free radical omissions. Mitigate if lateral lacerations yield neutrons.
MESSAGE ENDS
GAMMA//TWO//TWO//YELLOW//RUBICON
High Priority Message—Outbound—5560 Amytis
PETRA VENJ EYES ONLY//AMETHYST PROTOCOL
This is a quality assurance follow-up about your recent experience with Cayde's Six. How thoroughly did Cayde and his six compadres capture those Barons? Please select all that apply:
>Perfectly in every way
>Songs are already being composed about your triumphs
>So thoroughly that I'm finally ready to admit that I'm in love with you, you dashing metal man
I'll await your answer by return ping.
But seriously, PV, you got more problems than eight Barons right now. And Mansanas' latest says a Red Legion splinter group got into their heads that the Reef'd make a good summer home.
Here's an idea—I could come back out to the Reef, do a few patrols. Free you up to focus on your birdwatching.
You know I'd love the excuse to leave the Tower again. Just hit me up.
Please.
Pretty please?
Cayde