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The Helipad

The roof seems to have served as the staging area for a bunch of hobbyist drone flights; there are piles of smashed toy quadcopters littered by the access door, many apparently salvaged for replacement parts. Another message waits for you wedged in the middle of a stack of half-used construction kits, haphazardly resting on top of a spare parts bin full of malformed rotors.


When I'm done with you, you're not going to know which way is up.

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