The barkeep flags you down before you can leave the Cantina and draws your attention to a crumpled receipt tucked under Aunor's envelope. On its back side is a second note from her, this one written in far more haste:

Guardian,

You showed me I was wrong about the Darkness. Eido showed me I was wrong about the Prophecy. The people of the City deserve to know what we're all up against—so we can face it together.

The Syndicates are scrambling for resources and territory. All eyes are on them, and that means plenty of cover for this unauthorized action.

Eido has a line on a busted broadcaster. Parts for repair have to be available somewhere, but we're coming up empty. Help us fix it. Let's blow this thing wide open.

Ever forward,
Aunor