I used the arms on my flight pack grab the booklets my bugs had brought to me. The contents of each were bound into books.
I paged through the booklets. The cover of the first read: 'ASDEC01 Employee responsibilities, contingency C-2-6'. The second was 'ASDEC01 Employee responsibilities, contingency F-4-7'. Both, at a glance, very similar inside.
I looked at the inside cover. Contingency C-2-6. Transmigration.
Then page upon page of jargon. References to other files, to organizations and places I had no concept of, and things I knew of, but not in this context. Overseers, terminus, and again, the word transmigration.
It lacked flow, as the writing went. More of a technical manual, in the end. I could tell from the structure that things had been done by computer, so that information specific to the employee and the employee's role could be injected at the appropriate spots.
I flipped through the book, continuing to scout with my bugs and use them to check our surroundings for possible danger. Only endless hallways.
"You reading over my shoulder, Tattletale?" I asked. I had the camera on my mask.
"I am."
"Thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Accord was two-timing us," Tattletale said. "Doubling up so he had enough of a power base to enact his plans, whatever happened."
"Except for, you know, the whole dying thing," Imp added.
"Are you getting the gist of this, Tattletale?" I asked.
"Picking up pieces of it. I'd ask you to scan the thing and let me have access to all of it, but that's not exactly reasonable, is it?"
"Just give me the byline."
"A plan for if the Endbringers win. A plan for if Scion wins. A plan if we come out ahead and beat both of them. Recurring themes in all of the plans."
"No plan survives contact with the enemy," Lung rumbled. "Foolish."
"Accord makes pretty fucking good plans," Tattletale said.
"I do not know this Accord, and I only trust what I experience myself, so this is only prattle to me."
"How does this turn out?" I asked. "Cauldron ruling the world?"
"Honestly? I don't think so. Cauldron's primary interest seems to be humanity. Keeping us going, minimizing chances of war and conflict. All of this seems to be geared around that. Setting things up so we aren't fucked, however things go down."
"Right," I said. "Where do the powers come in?"
"I think… well, I don't have enough to say anything for sure. But the underlying assumption seems to be that parahumans are going to take charge, one way or the other, so they wanted to set things up so that happened naturally. They've been vetting clients, finding the ones who'd work best. They don't identify them by anything except number, but… I think Coil was a test case."
I nodded.
"So were we."
"We had an idea," I said.
"Yeah. But there's more… I don't know how much more. Yet. Can you flip ahead? Maybe about three quarters of the way through, there should be a bit about the Overseers and the Terminus. Flip through… slower… show more of the pages… I'll go back through the video feed to view each page on my own and figure the rest out myself."