"...wha..."
"GODDAMMIT SPECTRO ARE YOU LISTENING?"
"Who is that? Rankine?"
"Yes, it's me! I need your help!"
Rankine was yelling at a navi, slumped on the floor somewhere in the town network. He wore tattered ballistic armor and a bubble helmet, which had a large crack in front, revealing an eerie, glowing blue eye.
"I'm busy," said Spectro, turning to his side.
"NO 'I'm busy'! You owe me!"
"For what?"
"For the little white lie I told the Net Officials about how you weren't the one that blew up half the town network seven months ago."
"Oh, that..." Spectro's speech was barely coherent, his words slurred as if drunken. "Whaddaya want?"
"I lost Crux in a criminal attack against SciLab, and he's probably lost in the Undernet."
"Oh, why is it you always come to me whenever the Undernet comes up?"
"Because you're the only one who can make it through there without being deleted/taken prisoner."
"True, true... but can't Crux do that, too?"
"I told you I LOST HIM!"
"Oh, right... Well, then..." Spectro slowly got up. "Lead the way, boss man."
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Meanwhile, in the Undernet, Crux finally came to, and looked around for any clue as to where he might be. It was a dark and menacing place, with all sorts of suspicious navis walking about.
"Oh, geez... Is this the Undernet?"