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Dear Corinthia,
I’m sure that my son has already informed you, but I was recently on a trip
to Eastern Seaboard, which if you don’t know, is a city-state in the former
United States of America. I was taking part in very early negotiations for
future possible trade deals. The platform is still circumnavigating the
continent of Australia, even though our initial required proximity period
has passed. We ended up extending that another four months after some people
from other Australian domes began to express interest in moving here. We
currently don’t know where we’ll go after this, but it’s always good to have
your options open, and it’s not like we have to float over to a trading
partner in order to trade with them. That’s what jets are for. So I went out
there for my work, but I was also doing something else. After investigating
my own past, and reaching out to my contacts, I discovered that an old
friend of ours from before the collapse of society—or, I guess it was kind
of during it—was living there. I couldn’t pinpoint his exact location
remotely, or find his contact information, so I decided to fly up there to
look for him myself. And wouldn’t you know it, I found him. I told you that
I wouldn’t send you another message until I had a solid update for you, so I
hope this qualifies. I confronted Gunnar about his motivations back then
after we started catching up, and felt like he was being rather evasive. He
seemed to have mixed feelings about seeing me again, like he was happy, but
also pretty worried. In my head, I thought for sure this was the guy. He
knew something. He was part of it. He was Condor’s secret observer. As it
turns out, not exactly. When we met, he was genuinely trying to be my
friend. He didn’t even like sports or outdoorsy stuff either; he just
figured that I did, because they were very common hobbies, and he was
desperately trying to connect. The reason he approached me in the first
place was because he had social anxiety, and his therapist recommended he
intentionally step out of his comfort zone, and try his hand at small talk,
explaining that the worst that could happen was an awkward conversation that
ended quickly. I felt really bad about accusing him of something nefarious
but then he admitted that he was once contacted by a mysterious someone,
asking him to keep tabs on us; Condor in particular. Out of fear, he
actually agreed to do it, but he fed this stranger false information. He
would just straight up lie about how Condor was doing, and how his
personality was developing. He didn’t know if this was the right thing to
do, or if he should have refused entirely. He wasn’t sure if he should have
told me what was going on either. He always regretted not speaking up,
though, and was grateful for the opportunity recently. Except for the first
one, Gunnar recorded every conversation he had with this other man, who
never gave him his name. Gunnar kept these recordings all this time, so he
was able to give me copies of them. I’ve put in a request to the forensics
specialists to have them analyzed, and will update you again if and when
they find something. We’re getting closer, Cori. We’re gonna find out who
did this to you. To us.
Your distant but doting father,
Pascal
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