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Location: Work.
Listening: Complete silence.

It's begun.

Max Reid and the group from corporate have apparently pitched camp in C-5, the teleport building on the far end of the PAS campus, and are calling people over one by one for "meetings". I'll note that this requires those called to walk the length of campus, alone, knowing what awaits them at the end. HR is old enough to know better.

So far, they've "reduced" Ray, our mail room coordinator and Jon, my on-site supervisor and the head of import/export for the Long Beach teleport. Jon, who has three children (two still at home) and has spent about 15 years working for Hughes and then PanAmSat. Jon, who has been coming over daily to keep our spirits up and share any piece of information he manages to hear. And if Jon, then likely Anthony, his warehouse assistant, as well. Anthony also has a family--two young teenagers--and just joined the company earlier this year.

So Hitoshi and I are doing the only thing we can do: we're sitting here, waiting, in the most remarkable silence I've ever encountered.