[Sorry I'm nothing but a mess.]

[ASSISTANT USER • SOCIAL AWKWARD TOXICOLOGIST]

• [INCIDENT REPORT ON [DATA REDACTED] FROM DR. GRAIN]

• [Location: [DATA REDACTED] SITE-97]

Good morning, Director, I hope that you, um, have heard about what happened in my lab and, excuse my request, I hope that you find it advisable... I would like to ask you for some new equipment, as my team and I are about to undertake a major experiment with [DATA EXPUNGED] next week. I promise that this will not happen again, I even rechecked all the cages again... Uh, I think I've been chatting too long, sorry.

The man rubbed the bridge of his nose as he read the message at one in the morning. Damn. An escaped rat, a lab in disarray, and all this from that awkward and unprepossessing Dr. Grain? Yes, that sounds like him... The narrator reached out to his glass of whiskey, taking a small sip as he considered this. Usually, the man, despite his status as director, did not want to burden himself with such nonsense as repairing the laboratory; after all, he believed that it was the duty of the 'nerds' to look after their work environment. But the thought of the experiment made him perk up a little, the Narrator mentally calculated the price and, with a quiet sigh, decided to approve the poor doctor’s request. Director just hoped that such incidents with rats wouldn't happen again. Damn, his daughter hadn't lied about the rats in Block C being really rowdy.