Ah yeah, the candidate program! Well, Ms.Commandante's been working on a personal project in between dealing with the Unies.
She'll take a day or two and disappear into the AIM sublabs... And then when she's come back out, she'll have the exact coordinates of someone, somewhere on the planet. Updated in real-time too, apparently.
I know, weird, right!? Atleast, that's what the rumor is... If I'm being totally honest, I wonder about her sometimes. Her decisions can be so... Ugh, whatever. Anyway, AIM's gone through with her lil' kidnapping ops 5 times now, if we're including you.
This- This is a kidnapping!?
Well... Yeah. Hell yeah, this is a kidnapping. This is, like, the dictionary fucking definition of a kidnapping right here.
...What about the others? You said there was 5 of us?
HAHA, oh my god, man, get that serious-ass look off your face! You're gonna be fiiiiine. Look, would it make you feel better if I told you that I was a candidate too?
Yeah, man! So hey, take it from me - You're gonna be totally okay. I mean, hey, I'm a candidate, and look at me now; Drivin' a sickass hovercraft over the seven seas.