Mysterious Summons

There hasn't been a lot of time lately to sit down and compile myself. The last few days have been rough, lords above have they been rough. I got a tip from the heads upstairs to pack my things, I'd be heading to Murray for a while, it wasn't hard to find a hole to keep my things at while I waited for orders. It wasn't until I heard Flo-Kitt was taking a personal role in my next briefing that I began to worry.
 
After spending some time setting myself up in Murray did I get word from a contact that I'd be given a leadership position in a new task squad, the 67. Had I known better when I had walked past that commotion at the fish stall I would have thought to turn tail and ditch town, but I knew I couldn't do that, the Master of Secrets had found me once before she could do it again. Lords above, Boris, I wish you were here to see this new crew, a couple of short-folk drunkards, a dock rat, and a crazed tinkerin' tool-head. If anyone could whip them into shape, like the 66, it would be you. Heh, maybe I'm in over my head here, but who knows, maybe I'll somehow get to keep my head by the end of this, you should see how the one covered in spikes can fight, he reminds me of Slack.