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"Ghost, send this message to UnCLE." Scythe growled. "Point taken, UnCLE. Meet me at these coordinates in an hour, and I'll explain almost everything."

< Wait a minute. You're having him meet you at the Cosmodrome? That's probably going to bring back some bad memories for both of you. >

"Ghost, at this point, I'm ok with being able to remember anything from my past; good, bad, or just plain strange."

An hour later, Scythe was sitting on the ruins of a Walker as another jumpship warped in and deposited an Exo Warlock in front of him. As the Exo lowered his Fallen staff, the Hunter stood and said "Hello, UnCLE. Remember this place?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We died here. Some of us have yet to recover from that." the Exo droned. "From what I understand, 6-2, you've been quite busy lately."

"Yeah. Me and some others took down a Fallen House, killed another Hive god. All in a day's work."

"Your recent heroics might blind others to your past transgressions, but not me." The Exo's eyes flashed red. "I know that you raised a Fallen House from the dead. That you have carved out a little empire for yourself, away from The City!"

"Be that as it may, they provide The City with intel and technical expertise. And they don't kill Guardians" Scythe slowly moved his hand to his Shock Blade as he saw UnCLE's eyes flash red. "When was your last memory wipe, by the way?"

"I hate those things." UnCLE's grip on his staff tightened. "The more I forget, the less efficient I become." The Exo pointed his staff at Scythe in accusation. "We'll see what the Vanguard have to say. Brask will probably have your cloak for this."

"Brask's been dead for years. Taniks killed him, remember?" Scythe hopped down from the wrecked Walker. Switching off his intercom, he whispered to his Ghost. < Time for Rampant Contingency. >