Below is the plothook for a one-shot called "The Recruits." While Ross is gone, we'll be seeing what the sentinels the Know Evil team has thus far recruited have been up to.
[spoiler]P-Magoo: Did you get that brief I sent you?
P-BrightSide: Sure did, hon! Seems like actionable stuff, but what’s the timetable?
P-Magoo: It has to be soon. Intel suggests a big resupply sub is set to dock in a few standard cycles. Can’t risk exposure.
P-BrightSide: Well, I don’t like scrambling P-Ecstatic's team out of the theater. From what S-pornbot is sending down the pipes, it seems these kids can’t go to the head without stumbling across an X-threat. I’d sure like to dodge cleaning up the mess they’re bound to make in my corner of the playground, but they do get the job done. You thinking forks are what the doctor ordered?
P-Magoo: No. Too dangerous.
P-BrightSide: Even Betas?
P-Magoo: Not enough time to prune them. My team is already full-time on cutting the secrets out of their crazy fork’s head. Don’t know what the hell she was thinking merging like that…
P-BrightSide: Think the op will be hot enough for that much compartmentalization? A bunch of deep-sea linguists?
P-Magoo: No. But that’s the problem.
P-BrightSide: You lost me, hon.
P-Magoo: Op looks too clean. Intel is too perfect. Presses all the right buttons. Their buttons.
P-BrightSide: Oh, Blind! I do so miss your paranoia! You’re like to make a girl nostalgic for the White Zone.
P-Magoo: Maintain redundant codename protocol.
P-BrightSide: Shucks, hon! If somebody is inside the Eye and reading this, we got bigger rats in the airducts to worry about.
P-Magoo: True enough.
P-BrightSide: So what do you want to do? Dirty another cell with a brief? Hasn’t this Know Evil nonsense spread far enough?
P-Magoo: No need. Did you get the backup of that salvager they slagged?
P-BrightSide: Why, by my morphs! I don’t believe you’re cleared for that, sir! Fingers in all the pies, I swear…
P-Magoo: Yes or no?
P-BrightSide: We may have liberated a certain he/she from a certain server. For the good of the cause, of course.
P-Magoo: Of course. Prune her timestamp and moniker memory, then send me an alpha. She can go on a tryout.
P-BrightSide: Feeding noobs into the morph recycler again, big man?
P-Magoo: They’ve touched an experienced sentinel or two by now. We’ve got enough loose ends to field a solid team. I’ve done more with less.
P-BrightSide: Just enough knowledge to keep them alive long enough to report, but not enough to be dangerous when dead?
P-Magoo: That’s the plan.
P-BrightSide: Sheesh. I take back the part about nostalgia.
P-Magoo: You’ve done worse.
P-BrightSide: But you couldn’t sense me smiling at the other end of mesh.
P-Magoo: If I could, I’d much rather send our little camera crew, teach them what it’s like to go banking on Luna. Assholes.
P-BrightSide: My, my…always with the negativity. Alright, ego transferring now. Just promise me one thing, hon?
P-Magoo: Yes?
P-BrightSide: Don’t tell me how it goes; I’ve got to keep my spirits up.
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