Zeroth Directive

Archive III

'The ice-cold Mr. Młynar.' That's what Proviso always calls Operator Młynar. However, she often tells us that he isn't actually as cold and indifferent as he seems, and in fact they had a short conversation when they first met. They had run into each other by chance on their way to Twierdza, and while crossing a simple wooden bridge on the way to the village they came across an old man carrying heavy firewood on his back. As the old man slowly made his way to the other side of the bridge, Proviso stretched her ankles and looked around for a place to rest. She quietly said to herself, 'I wonder how much he'll make from that bundle of firewood?' Proviso said she kept zoning out afterwards. A few days prior, she had just won a case for a certain executive and received a huge sum of money for her services. She knew she had seen plenty of things she shouldn't have while collecting evidence, and her payment was greater than previously agreed on. In other words, she was being paid to keep her mouth shut, and she had assured her discretion. However, after celebrating at a pub, and despite the security features installed in her home, she returned to find a torn business suit hung from the ceiling. She panicked, but also felt a bit relieved, as it meant that was as far as the executive's threat went. At the very least, it was her clothes hanging from the ceiling, not her. She had already experienced similar incidents more than a dozen times, and so when she looked over the rural landscape on the way to Twierdza, all she had on her mind was whether she should purchase a home there to lay low, and how she would have to change the wording in her contracts to keep anyone from finding it. Proviso paused for a moment, then continued to talk about her journey. As she was zoning out, she paid little attention to the question she had posed on a whim, but after a brief silence, Młynar suddenly gave her a number. Proviso said she was flabbergasted. She could only see his fed up, sorrowful expression after he spoke, and did not understand why he would suddenly answer her question. But after the day's work, she spotted a man in the fields. It was the same old man, having finally traversed the endless rural paths and made it back to his village before dark. He had a small amount of change in his hands, worth roughly the same as the number Młynar gave her. She was holding her terminal in her hand at the time, and just about to answer a phone call from her employer, yet for whatever reason, she did not press the button to pick up the call until the old man had slowly gone back inside his home. According to Proviso, she shuddered when she heard the voice on the other end of the line.

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