Blood and Silence
We are not a gang. We are not terrorists. We are not what Pluribus calls us.
We are family.
Family means something here. It means sixty people who stayed when everyone else ran. It means watching each other's backs when the machine is hunting. It means blood in, blood out.
You don't talk about family. You don't talk about operations. You don't talk about the tunnels. Not to outsiders. Not to friends. Not to anyone who hasn't bled with you.
When family helps you, you owe. When you help family, they owe. Every favor is remembered. Every debt is paid. The ledger is always balanced.
Credits are chains. Every transaction Pluribus sees is a thread they can pull. We deal in paper. In barter. In things that don't leave trails.
Always.
You don't apply to join. You don't fill out forms. You prove yourself. Small tasks. Observed closely. Trust is earned in inches.
If you're useful, you'll hear from us again.
If you're not, you won't.
If you betray us...
Well. There's a reason the tunnels go deep.
"There's a problem at this address."
- How jobs begin
You know your cell. Your cell knows you. Nobody knows more than they need to. If one falls, the rest survive. That's how we've lasted nine years underground.