When Buster came home to his room at Zed Steadman and found the memory stick, Kincade was who taunted him with the recording of his lowest moment. The panda didn't recognize him at all, the shrimpy pharmaceutical student now completely transformed into a grizzled, muscular Freelancer.

"I saw what you did, Buster. And I'm going to make sure that everybody knows. You're not going to get away this time."

His voice was a low growl, far more befitting of an ursine than the panda's scratchy nasal bleat. When Buster had known him, he spoke in a breathy voice that projected friendliness. Now the stranger on the screen projected only strength and grit.

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Mirabelle chose this moment to walk in from offscreen, standing beside Kincade and looking into the camera. Her beak was twisted with a scowl, her sunset-colored eyes burning with a dark intensity. It had only been a year, but she looked weathered and hardened.

"You can't keep getting away with this. We won't let you." she said coldly, "You haven't changed at all, so I know you haven't told your new friends about this. We're on our way, if you don't want them to know then you'll do exactly what we tell you when you hear from us."

They both glared into the camera for a moment longer and then the recording ended.