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FEDERAL BUREAU OF CONTROL

Tom!

You missed the good news! I'm sure the official memo will go out soon, but Northmoor called an all-hands at the Crossroads to announce we're finally moving out of this hellhole and up into the House proper. Bureau brass apparently solved the moving walls problem... or at least figured out a way to pinpoint where and when they happen. 

All I know is going up means goodbye darkness, goodbye weird lunches with that ex-Nazi scientist, and goodbye pissing into the pit (I know that was you, Barry).

Northmoor's ordering the Foundation sealed as soon as we can haul our stuff out and somehow convince Ash to come with us. He's the only one kicking up a fuss. 

This is long overdue. We've lost eleven men and damn near ten thousand dollars in supplies moving between the entrance and the Foundation. And for what? Research? Ash is batty if he thinks we want to stay here and sift through more sand for him. It's just rusted iron flakes anyway. Did you know that? We were breathing that shit in!