Because the hard drive Aren had found was unlocked by his friend, he had been pouring over the contents of it. Sadly there wasn’t much helpful information towards him in it, in fact it spoke very little of him much to his confusion. So eventually instead of looking for information directly from the hard drive, Aren searched for people that could give him answers. Aren had no clue where any of the scientists of the Foundation currently were so he hoped he could find someone who was merely an assest the Foundation counted on.
Aren spent hours going through buisness transcripts trying to find something, anything that he could use to help him and after all the time spent he finally found something. The Foundation had occasionally relied on the assistance of someone named Sarah Evita for machinery that they would use in their containment procedures or during testing. After some reason Aren had learned that Ms. Evita actually resided in a mansion on the island. Excited, Aren quickly got dressed and rushed out the door to her address.
The mansion was larger than Aren had expected it to be. In fact it was actually a little intimidating for him. Aren carefully walked to the gate that blocked the entrance to the mansion and buzzed in at the terminal. “M-Ms. Evita? Are you there? I-I-I wanted to ask you some questions...about a group called the Foundation?” Aren said meekly to the terminal in hopes of her letting him in.
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Aren spent hours going through buisness transcripts trying to find something, anything that he could use to help him and after all the time spent he finally found something. The Foundation had occasionally relied on the assistance of someone named Sarah Evita for machinery that they would use in their containment procedures or during testing. After some reason Aren had learned that Ms. Evita actually resided in a mansion on the island. Excited, Aren quickly got dressed and rushed out the door to her address.
The mansion was larger than Aren had expected it to be. In fact it was actually a little intimidating for him. Aren carefully walked to the gate that blocked the entrance to the mansion and buzzed in at the terminal. “M-Ms. Evita? Are you there? I-I-I wanted to ask you some questions...about a group called the Foundation?” Aren said meekly to the terminal in hopes of her letting him in.
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