1115 Work, work, work...

On that note, we resumed our day with actual work by gathering everyone's info—consolidating them if necessary—then asking the doctor in this place to check all of our newcomers for anything, even if they would still sail back with the admiral and the other marines in a few days as they've stated.

But yeah, I only did the initial work before passing it off to Clay and Marge—who were the ones doing the same jobs as Janice and Maine over at the Main Harbor—though from this point on, they'll be using the template I made for them.

It was pretty straightforward and intuitive so it wouldn't take a lot of time for the adjustments and whatnot to reflect after it was all made into different files.

And after some time, my radio buzzed and I discovered that it was Mitch calling me:

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[Any news on anything? Need any help?]

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