Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-5543592-20170317154133

The soldier dropped boneleslly to the ground, his legs crumpling underneath him.

The source was likely the radio equipment sitting on the Overseer's desk. The volume was low, but Ward realized the buzz that had been emitting from it was it's mantra.

"Four men come to the Emerald City..."  A pause. "Four men come to the Emerald City..."

From the set-up, it looked like the message was repeating, but incomplete. There was more to be heard, but that single line had gotten stuck on a loop. A holotape baring the message had probably been inserted into the machine, and gotten jammed.